i am no longer the girl who sits alone
i am no longer the girl without a friend
i am no longer the girl with the knife
i am no longer the girl who looks at sorrow
i am no longer the girl seeking out missery
i am no longer the girl who hates her life
i am no longer the girl wanting everything to end
i am still the girl that is unknown
i am still the girl that follows
i am still the girl thats vile
i am no longer the girl without a smile
i am still the girl who seeks
i am no longer the girl making her life bleak
i am no longer the girl with depression
i am still the girl who seeks affection
i am no longer the girl whos not fun
i am no longer the girl who runs
but those who seek shall find
i think the poem was deep and that i could relate to it it was well written and thoughtful
Megan, repeating the first part of a line over and over is one of the oldest cliches in poetry. Perhaps try something different.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What Amanda said....