I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
A broken girl gazes out at me.
I'm not perfect ,
I will never be,
The girl that people want me to be.
I'm unique,
Don't call me a geek,
I sing, I draw, I like to speak.
I see myself inside,
The girl I always hide.
I need a friend,
I want the pain to end.
Reflections lie,
The girl inside dies.
Love me,
I need peace.
Help me,
I need a friend.
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
