Who is this girl I call myself?
Who once so joyous
now sits and dwells,
enduring all that is dealt.
.
Who is this girl they once called me?
Who once was so happy,
Now cries internally
As she wears her mask.
.
Who is this girl I see?
Staring in the mirror back at me
Her fake smiles and laugh,
Who is she supposed to be?
.
Who is she, this girl I see?
Whom I’ve become.
I don’t know her,
So Can I go back?
.
“No You Can’t.”
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Clouds of Thought
PoezjaPoetry is beautiful. Poetry isn't always clear. Poetry can be dark, or light, depending how you feel. Poetry derives from people's innermost thoughts and feelings, formed when one is Lost in the Clouds of Thought. Spiritual ~ #37 Poetry ~ #112
