Sonar Poem by Desiree Whitamore

you told me you believed in me
said to show you my darkest place
told me to yell if i needed you
told me to get away
its coming out of nowhere
the cashier could sense my pain
by bleeding inside i show you
that its got to end today
each time i look in your mirror
that are in the form of eyes
i see the reflection of terror
with a background made up of lies
with my eyes always closed
i've learned to see with sounds
like how to tell between your words
if you've finally let me down.