Shadows on the Surface

Under fluorescent glare, I catch a glance,

the sharpness of my collarbone catching the glow,

a stark silhouette in this merciless dance,

exposing vulnerabilities I rarely show.

The light cuts deep, revealing the scars,

as I stand there frozen, the reflection won’t break,

it’s a moment of truth beneath buzzing stars,

a fragile heart trapped, the surface a fake.

And as shadows flicker on skin that feels bare,

I wonder what lives beneath the bright sheen,

what secrets lie hidden, too tender to share,

in the cold of this room, I feel everything mean.