Projected Darkness

You don't know the pain that lies
Behind the magazine-cover eyes.
My story you claim to understand
Your trek to have crossed my pathless land.

You perceive the cause of my lament
To be a case of mere discontent.
"Stop it!" you exclaim in mournful tone
"You have dimmed a countenance that shone."

But a closer look would help you see
A soul in search of integrity.
Responding to insecurities
We both reach out, but with different pleas.

Next time you see a darkened stare
Instead walk beside that soul with care.
Your balm does nothing for my health
When it comes off your self-righteous shelf.