The girl you see simply is not me.
She is not me and I am not her.
How can I be a girl who gave up on love at first sight?
Tell me who is that girl that's scared without the lights?
She isn't me.
She couldn't possibly be.
Her eyes cry for help.
Her mouth speaks lies.
Her every mistake is my regret.
She isn't me and I'm not her.
But who am I?
Do my eyes not weep?
Does my mouth not swear?
Do I not make common mistakes I'll later regret?
I am her....
And she is me.
The girl in the mirror does more than mock my life.
She does more than mimic everything I do.
Her life is more than just similar to my own.
The girl we all see has become me.
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My Works
ŞiirThese are just some poems I've written over a few years. . . This is just a few by the way ^_^
