I am a murderer,
I killed the girl I used to beThe girl who was harsh
and loud,
the girl who showed
every emotionShe was not kind,
She was not beautiful
she was not who I
wanted to beNow that girl is dead,
I am more beautiful,
I am smarter
I am betterNow that girl is dead,
I am more kind
I am wiser
I am better...Or am I?
That girl I used
to be is dead,
but her ghost still
lives in my mindShe haunts me every
waking moment,
whispering her old thoughts
in my earsShe tells me I am ugly,
that the mirror liesthat I should still be loud
and indignant,
harsh and hurtfulShe possesses me
and says that she is
in control
She is getting her
revengeI see her in the mirror,
and I see her in my dreams
That girl I used to beI killed her and became new,
but she still lurks behind
my eyes and speaks through
my mouthI am a murderer,
I killed the girl I used to beAuthors Note:
This was based on this poem
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