Author's Note: Hi, it's me, bsc9999, and I wrote another poem. I do seem to be writing lots of poetry lately. XD Anyways, my favorite character to write about seems to be Rachel, codename Numbuh 362. I don't know why, she just seems like someone who would be a good subject of depressing poetry. –shrugs- So, read, and review if you like. This didn't take me too long.
No One
I look
At my reflection
In front of me
I don't see myself
I haven't for a while
I see a girl
With blond hair
An orange tiger-striped sweatshirt
Over blue
Sandals over socks
A stickler for rules
A strict person who looks
Like she doesn't know
What fun is
It's not really me
But it is
People tell me I work too hard
I guess I do
They tell me to have fun
But I don't even remember how
He helped me have fun
He was the only one who could get
The real me out
But he's gone
I miss seeing him
The fun we had
I miss his sunglasses
And his seriousness for his job
I still feel he's with me
But he's not here
And the person inside of me can't shine
I know
That I'll never be myself again
And that makes me sad
Because I truly realize that he's gone
And he'll never come back
He took a piece of me with him
The piece that was me
The piece that made me who I was
Now I'm an empty shell
I'm completely broken
Shattered into millions of tiny fragments
When he was here
When I broke down
He picked up the pieces
And put them back together
He can't anymore
There's no one here to pick up
The shattered bits of my heart
No one to let out
The real person inside of me
There's no one.
