My mind was independent
But my heart depended on you
It needed to feel the warmth of your skin
To know it wasn't alone
Miss Independent
That's the name they knew me by
But now I am ashamed
Cause I feel it's all a lie
I feel that girl is gone
I'm not who I used to be
I realize that now
As I'm still waiting on your call
YOU ARE READING
The Pain Of Being Me
PoesíaThe story of pain The story of struggle Of something so scary You keep yourself hidden in a bubble
