Beauty in Misery

you won't believe it if I told you but you're the most beautiful when no one is looking.
when you're sitting in your chair at midnight while a cold moon rests outside.
with headphones on, only noise to be heard is the sound of your breathing.
your eyes paint pictures with the lyrics as they pass in your mind.
you're sad and you're afraid and you never felt more alone.
but you have never been more real, more honest with yourself.
and you want to scream for anyone to come and promise you more.
but instead you sit quiet and mumble the words of the songs you have become too familiar with.