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| "am i a second choice?" |
Looking at the mirror
i see a girl,
who look's and stare's back at me.
i am unaware who is she,
cuz she's not the girl i wanna be.
she puts a mask on her face by smiling,
while inside she fall's apart.
she say's "i'am okay"
as the pain fill's inside her heart.
she pretends very hard not to care,
as everyone unknowingly walk away.
she hide's herself behind a msk,
and pretend's to be okie.
she's scared to let the world close,
it always end's up as a *heart*ache.
she decide's to trust someone,
but it always end's up as a big mistake.
she feel's like a stranger to her ownself,
like she doesn't even belong to her ownself.
she tries to be the best she can,
but it always seems to be wrong.
she freezes up at the word *love* ,
people throw it around too much.
her heart constrict
as she is afraid to be touched.
she has goals for the future,
her own hopes and dreams,
as she does'nt hold her breath,
due to the word *disappoinment* that she has ever known.
she question's herself "why am i not good enough?",
"why am i a second choice?"
her friends tell her to stand up for what she want's,
she need's to find her own inner voice.
i am aware who i wanna be,
it's all soo much clearer.
but the fact of life is,
i'm teh only girl who's staring her ownself infront of the mirror
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