Well, yea… nothin much on this poem…I don't really like it, it's just okay…I wanna know what everyone thinks of this…if it's okay or horrible…anyway, I really don't know where I got the idea to write this but, I dedicate this to a friend in devart…flames are welcome! I'll try to update soon!
The girl in the mirror
Staring at this girl
In the mirror every night
She's eternally dying
But no body knows she's not all right
Every time I look at her
She begins to cry
She just can't seem to find herself
She's lost in all her lies
Pretending to be who she's not
Afraid to tell the truth
So she hides and keeps it buried deep inside
She's scared of being true
Slowly breaking down
Miserable, so full of despair
She can't handle the pressure of being alone
She needs some one who cares
Every night she cuts herself
Allowing her self to bleed
She just can't seem to find any one
Who can give her what she needs
Her parents think she's crazy
Because she always cuts her arms
They want her to go see a psychiatrist
And says that it wont do her any harm
But no doctor can mend her wounds
No medicine will ever take away her pain
Other people may try to help her if they want to
But her scars will always remain
Staring at this girl in the mirror
Only I can see her cry
Because the girl's reflection is mine
The girl in the mirror is I…