That Girl Is Me
That girl in the mirror in the bathroom... The girl who is seemingly laughing at a joke. Look her in the eyes, and what do you see? Sadness, anger, lies hidden by a porcelain mask. That girl walking down the hallway, smiling. Do you see that slump in her shoulders? It's ever so slight, barely noticeable, but it's there. The girl at the lunch table, laughing so hard. A smile cracking her happy face to pieces. But do you see that finger tracing her wrist? That girl who talks about her family Like they're the jewled devils of her being... She hides scars on her back from the beatings. And in her eyes, the scars each have a memory... Permenantly implanted, stuck and captured. That girl in the bathroom...That girl in the hall. That girl at the table having such fun. The girl who raves and rants praises about her family. The girl with the sangfroid...The cold bloodedness. That girl with the gray mixture of tears. That girl with the scars on her back And new scars forming from pin...
