Tortured girl

 Looking at the mirror

It’s not me I see

It’s just a tortured girl

Staring back at me

I try to make her happy,

but she finds it too tough

Try to make her forget

of a childhood just to rough.

She curls in a ball

and cries herself to sleep

Faces haunt her dreams

and silently she weeps

Taking time to think

Trying to understand

This girl is me

and she needs a helping hand


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