Incomplete

What has become of me?
This is not who I used to be
When I look in the mirror
I see
She's not me
She's not me

Has the same looks and the same smell
But I know very well
She's my former self
And I am just the shell

Tell myself it's no big deal
But the emptiness I feel
It's just too real
Will I ever heal?

When she's having lots of fun with her friends
I'm sitting in the corner or on the stands
How I wish I could turn back time's hand
But I can't

What has become of me?
This is not who I used to be
The feeling of incompleteness
Makes me
Look at her and say
"I'm not real"


It's a poem about Naminé, and her thoughts about Kairi.
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Meh, thinking of removing this poem. If you wanna call this a poem, that is. Tell me what you think (and be honest)