I once knew a girl,
Who was fun, colorful, and perky too.
But the evil in this world
Made her give up on that long ago.
Her life was a masquerade ball,
Wearing the mask all too well.
Soon becoming only a reflection of a memory,
We all once knew.
So she found herself a talent.
One she would hide.
For if it was discovered,
She would be truly despised.
See, her talent was an artist,
But not any you would see.
This one had a twist.
From the normal you and me.
For her pencil was a razor.
And canvass, her wrist.
For nobody realized who she truly was now.
Soon, the terrors of the world
Brought her down to the ground.
She laid her head on the floor and cried,
“Please do not miss me. I’m really not worth it!”
So that fun, colorful, and perky little girl
You thought you once knew
Is now that pale, lifeless girl just lying there, still.
But please do not cry,
For that’s not what she would want.
She just could not handle
Being that reflection of a thought.
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Hey there! So this was my very first poem! I know it's not perfect but please don't hate!
