Thinking has become my hobby,
Insecurities have become my sight,
When I look in the mirror I see a girl
who says shes alright,
She breathes like I breathe,
She sees what I see,
She looks just like me,
But she's not me she can't be,
She holds onto hope,
I hold on to the rope,
She laughs and smiles,
I cry, this has gone on awhile,
She can't be me,
But when I left up my arm,
So does she,
When I slit my wrist,
So does she,
When she says she's alright,
I scream inside but I say I'm alright,
When she's still naive enough to believe in hope,
Regardless of what I think I still also believe in hope,
When I look in the mirror,
I refuse to believe this smiling girl with tears in her eyes is me.
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Long Nights And Deep Thoughts
NouvellesA book of poetry, some can relate, some will grasp the idea, others will see words as only words.
