The girl in the mirror isn't me
Isn't me
These shadows around me aren't mine
Aren't mine.
People keep telling me it's time for a change
But how do I change something I can't find?
I am living a lie.
The girl they see isn't me
Isn't me
The name they use isn't mine
Isn't mine.
People keep telling me it's time to get in line
But why should I let them take up my time?
I am stuck in a lie.
This girl that you see, well she isn't really me
The real me is trapped inside these "acceptable" confines
I am a lie.
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The Quasi-Coherent Ramblings of a Self Proclaimed Hermitess
RandomIf the title didn't say it all read on. A collection of poems, other short works and random ideas with varying themes. Reader input is encouraged, oh and a "Hermitess" is a female hermit. Most entries have a base in my real life, but then again mos...
