There once was a girl,
Whom searched for her life,
Alone on her journey,
With nothing but a knife.
Searching for answers,
Slicing the lies,
Cutting deeper,
Just for a sense in being alive,
She didn't want to be her,
She didn't want to be him,
She wanted to define the truth,
Seeking for the brim.
Why can't they understand?
Why don't they except?
Am I some failed attempt?
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Life
Poetry"Life isn't always what it seems, it's what you feel is your own reality "
