I am.
A murderer,
I killed that girl,
That I used to be.
The girl that could smile at it all,
All of the time.
The girl that had a lot of friends,
That same girl that I used to see in the mirror.
See without flaws.
Now she is dead.
Her eyes, a darker color.
Her smile?
Rarely there.
She doesn't believe in those complements that she receives.
This is because all she believes,
Is they are just trying to make her feel better.
I am a murderer.
I killed that girl.
That girl she was me.
