Why am I so damaged
I put on my mask that covers my face
The smile that I have managed
Is fake but leaves no broken trace
My soul oh my soul
Where is the child who always smiled
My soul oh my soul
Why couldn't she stay for a longer while
I need saving
I don't know how
My body is craving
For my soul to heal now
I don't want to wait tomorrow
I don't want to wait an hour
I can say that in a row
My walls have been built like a tower
I need someone to tear them down
But not to tear me apart
I need to love myself somehow
My soul is nothing
Without the protection of my heart.
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Girls Like Me
PoetryWords of encouragement for the feminists that are proud of who they are.This is informal and not structured at all.
