Look.

"You have a sad look"

I told my mirror

I don't have the look

I don't have a look

I do not have any

However

I rest my head on my pillow

And sadness crushes me.

It's as cold as it is lonely

I would fall into his arms

Show me affection

It doesn't matter anymore if it's not you

It's desperation

The loneliness that knocks on my door.