I look in the mirror.
I see a girl with her hair pulled back
And smile in her eye.
I see a girl who never feels hate
And is happy all the time.
At least on the outside...
But if I look deeper
I see a girl with regret in her eyes
And a fist of unwanted fury.
She tried tries to deny
But the chains are wearing her down.
I can't help that she caught in a battle
She can't win.
Won't someone help her?
She's
Desperate
For a
Friend.
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Freedom
PoetryIt's called "Freedom" because I used to hold all of my feelings inside. Then I found a way to let it go- writing. I'm free again, and I want you to know how I used to feel, and the feelings that still haunt me. Oh, and never forget how dramatic us w...
