Getting Over Poem by B3k Baylon

Here cometh the dreaded plague, a loneliness that never cease with age…
For every tear that was shed, an unfeeling wound reopened and bled.
A mirror that once showed what’s true, now lay shattered because of you…
Beneath this mask of unperturbed disposition, lies a face full of indecision.
The choice between what I should and should not feel; crucial… it is, for real.
But what can I do? I tried to fix what’s lost but it won’t come through…
What was shattered may be put together, but it’s not same as the one I remember.
It reflects so many facets, and now I hold something else that’s broken…
The mask of indifference… and my heart in a million pieces…my love’s token.