Failure?
Attention seekers?
Low esteem of confidence?
That's me ?
The mirror itself, the girl in the mirror keep on pointing finger , says that I'm me I'm a failures.I am the girl that eager to love
Protective of it's own
Music? Is my all
I was criticized by my look my appearance my voice and my all
Little did people know i was depressed
Depressed by how i look
How i sounds likeI wanted to live the fullest
I wanted to be that girl that fulls of joys
I wanted to make me my own blues not reds
I wanted to be the girl who end up with goods ' O '
I wanted to make all the subjects 💯
I wanted to stay up all night and studied
I wanted to make me who i wanna beIn the world with fulls of lie
In the world that speaks too loud of negativity . I'm not born to be introvert but people make me.Hide in the shadows, where music lies, for a time i wasn't i.
I am just a girl in pieces.
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