Do you want to see me?
Who I truly am?
What do you expect to see?
Laughing?
Smiles?
The girl you believe is here?
I'm sorry
She's not real
Not yet anyway
Give time..
Lots of time...
And you can see the real me
Oh wait
The real me,
She's dead
She's gone
Now I've become
A shell
A shell of what once was
Of what should have been
Because now I can manipulate who I am
And become who you
Want to see
This is truly me
YOU ARE READING
Fading Whispers
PoetryA song is thoughts, thoughts are the heart. Well, here is my song, my thoughts, my heart.
