monster, by Ananya
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I look into the mirror
And what do I see
Oh my god, no way
This girl cannot be me
The smile is not real
All the eyes do is stare
You’re having me on
Who is in there?
I lift my left hand
She does the same
I whisper
“What is your name?”
the girl in the mirror
nothing like I used to be
I was at one time real
I was once upon a time free
I could walk the streets
Hands hanging loosely at my side
But then I found the bitch
The monster inside
I am what I am
But what I am is fake
Trying to be “her”
My one big mistake
I hide behind that “girl”
The one they all want to see
The thing now caged inside
Is the innocent real me
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Posted: 2005-08-22 23:33:40 UTC |
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2005-11-10 17:18:38 | Faith |
Interesting poem. I feel like this a lot!! Like i'm trying to be something i'm not... good job! |