I am tired. Watching my tears turn into steam as I gaze into the mirror, I see my face now crying. It felt as though someone was holding my hands and guiding me, but not onto the path of happiness. When I went to bed at night, my stomach felt in knots, and now had difficulty breathing. I failed to realize I was too deep into thought when I noticed that my brain was picturing this girl who was looking at me dead in the eyes. When I worry, I feel weak, because I feel like the girl inside of me is looking at me and watching me, making me feel ashamed of myself. Whenever I get scared, I break down and cry, watching salty tears run down my cheeks. She is the one who makes me freeze up when I'm talking to someone and I reply with "um" and "oh". She is the one who causes me to break down into tears when I'm yelled at, she is the one. Despite that, I have no way to change it. She lives within me and I know deep within that she knows me like no one else.
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The girl in my head | ramiya arlexis
Poesia"She lives within me and l know deep within that she knows me like no one else."
