Who is this girl in the mirror before me?
Is she the same one from years before?
The girl who use to love barbies, does not look like me at all.
Is this the same girl?
The girl who use to love to smile,
Standing before me now?
The girl who stares back at me,
Has been through pain and heart-break
She has had her heart put back together, just to be broken again.
The girl looking back at me, is missing pieces to her heart
She wants to find them,
But does not know where to start
The girl has my reflection
But not the same heart
Her heart use to be warm and soft with kindness
But now is cold and hard with hate
The girl looking back at me
Wants to find a new start
A new start in life,
Where her heart is not cold with hatred
But snug and soft with light
If only she could go back in time
And change those past events
The girl looking back at me
Wouldn't need to worry again
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PoetryRandom, depressing poetry. GAHHH. ._. Pain is my only medicine Crying is my only remedy Fighting for my life is tiring Screaming for help Is insanity
