It's crazy, don't you think?
How you can look in the mirror and not recognize what you see...
You used to have dreams and Morality...
Now your growing up and have been smacked in the face with this wonderful thing called reality...
Dreams get set aside for more important things that you still have yet to decide...
Your fairy tale, When did it fade?
Was it when they called you ugly and spit in your face?
Or how bout when your mother called you your fathers disgrace?
Or maybe just maybe it was when you closed your eyes and woke up to being raped...?
Tell me something can you still see yourself? Can you recognize your reflection? If so, you can still be saved with a little redirection...
Your a little lost you'll find your way but if your stuck in a trance, a stance like me, save yourself, set yourself free, your going to be great one day, simply believe...
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Her Inner Demons
PoetryDon't read if your any kind of sensitive to depression, anxiety, Suicidal expression, or curse words... Thank you A book of heartfelt poems to show everyone's not out here struggling alone... Again it's poems filled with self expression on the neg...
