dragonlover92 wrote:Who is this person in the mirror?
Is it me?
Is this person I’ve become covered up who I am?
So much that I don’t ever recognize myself?
What have I become?
What has happened to the little girl that I use to know,
The little girl that like dolphins and was scared of the dark?
She is trapped, trapped behind all the make-up and the clothing.
Trapped behind the shit of today and the bull they I say,( have no idea what you mean by that, maybe you meant 'that' not 'they?)
She has been buried alive.
She has little air to breath and is slowly dying away under all of the hell of the world. (I would cut this line, the poem works just as well with out it)
I want to go back to the days were 'where' here, not 'were'.hide-and-seek was the game to play.
Where pink was the color to wear,
But those days, that girl, is gone and I must smile.
I have to keep smiling, for if I stop so will my life on this earth.