The hardest part
Is looking in the mirror
Trying to identify her.
Please some one help
This woman is not me
I'm begging
With demons I plead
Because god has forsaken me.
Broken is she.
The girl in the mirror
Drowning in misery.
It was her I thought I'd never be,
The girl in the mirror
Looking back at me.
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The World is Gray and Other Truthful Lies
PoetryWhere Faith spills everything in verses and ramblings. If the world is grey, this selection of poetry is black.
