When I look in the mirror I see a lost girl
Sleepless night,
Always thinking about her past,
Trying to figure out where things went wrong,
Wondering how long this will go on,
Being told to be who she want to be not who others want her to be,
Having people tell her to change her ways.
Who is she really, these days?
Can’t sort out her feelings
Deep down all these things are killing her
Her world spinning too fast
Right before her eyes
Head being filled with too many lies
Lost many people once apart of her life
Wishing people would realize, she doesn’t know where she belongs.
Found alcohol to be her close friend
The only thing that will be there til the end
The one thing that will never stab her in the back
Or tell her she’s not good enough
A Girl is lost between things she thought were real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
THat is truly how I feel at times but when I see 'him' I find myself very good poem