There was a girl looking in the mirror
Who didnt like what she had seen
Unclear to everyone that girl in the mirror was me
There was a girl up till 2 A.M.
Thinking about simple plans to make people her friends
There was also a girl afraid of what she had become,
Longing to belong to something or someone.
But the last girl that was,
Was a girl who was afraid,
Because she doesn't want you to know that this girl was me yesterday.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poetry©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
