The same brown eyes
The same dark hair
The same red lips
Are still right there
The same dent near my eye
I got when I was three
I flew off my bike
I never felt so free
That bump near my hairline
I still see it there
My head hit a trailer
It sure gave people a scare
But something's different
Something's wrong
That spark in my eye
it's completely gone
The smile I wore
So completely real
Now so fake
Something I can't feel
This familiar stranger
Staring back at me
With those haunted eyes
So filled with misery
Where is the girl I once knew
The one with the strength
With the courage
To see things through?
I'll get the old me back
It's the least I can do
I'll come back stronger
Because it's long over-due.
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My Life On Paper
PoetryAll my feelings spread out on paper. Written and said in the only way I know how; poetry.