Who was that girl
with the pretty hair?
I can only see
A hairdressers nightmare.
Who was that girl
With flawless arms?
I can only see
Scars from harm.
Who was that girl
With the loud voice ?
Talking is not
Even a choice.
Who was that girl
Who used to twirl?
I barely see her
In this world
Who was that girl
Who used to eat?
All she does
Is stare at her feet.
Who was that girl
Who used to laugh?
Cause all she does
Is hysterically cry
Who was that girl
Who used to say hi?
they all left her
Screaming why
And she had to leave
the girl that was happy
and when I look in the mirror
I can only see me
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Way of my soul || Poetry
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