The good girl died
A few years back
When the world she knew
Began to crack
And in her place
Is a lying thief
Who lies to her parents
And makes them believe
The good girl died
But was fading slow
In a process that began
So long ago
When she told her mom
"It wasn’t me"
And crossed her fingers
But wasn’t seen
The good girl died
After a final try
To fix what she broke
And make the demons die
But all she got
Was laughter and scorn
And she didn’t wake up
In the morn
The good girl died
Because I said she should
There is no room
In here for good
The good girl's voice
Comes from my lips
The good girl’s life
Is what I live
The good girl died
But nobody knows
Because I have her skin
And dress in her clothes
Everyone thinks
The good girl can't hide
But the truth is
The good girl died
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoesiaA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
