She Poem by widelene ermat

lookin in the mirror
of the girl i used to be
she stands there smilling ate me
he smile like mines a brillant shade of white
i cut my hair hoping to change but her haunting image still remains
they all would laugh when i said i wasnt the same
because they thought i was playing a stupid game
my mom long ago used to warn me of the price of fame
but nieve me did listen i was to caught up in the game
now the image i worked so hard to build was the image that would allow me to be free
free of these stupid damed white walls free of this ignorant people and yet i again i stand in the mirror unable to be free by these damed white walls