There must be some mistake.
That can't be me, unless it is.
No, definitely not me.
I don't have that smile, or that laugh anymore.
Some other little girl is in that picture.
She can't have grown up into this.
Can she?
Not this- this monster.
With her empty eyes and hollow gaze.
With her forced smile and dull laugh.
How could that smiling little girl turn into me?
You mistake me for another, for I am not that little girl.
Not anymore.
Yayyyyy, another angsty poem in this book. How Fun. We had to write something about a "mistaken identity" and this was my piece. Why are all my poems like this?
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Book of Poems
PoetryThis is just going to be a collection of poems I've written. Don't really know if they're any good.....but I try. And I'm open to constructive criticism. Thanks for reading my poetry (if you chose to read this) -Arturia_Pendragon190 p.s most of them...
