A shallow woman drenched in pity

weeping tears of years gone by,

dreaming of the love that left her

no self esteem each time she cries.

In her mind she talks to others

mumbling words for herself to hear,

people look and pass right by her

a pitiful glance and patronising tear.

Now and then she sees her reflection

stands up tall and combs her hair,

smiles at the face mirrored in the window

it’s not herself she sees standing there.

Some say she’s mad or just plain lonely

but in the darkness inside her head,

she still talks to the love that left her

her body lives but her heart is dead.

A shallow woman drenched in pity

weeping tears of years gone by,

dreaming of the love that left her

no self esteem each time she cries.