Stranger To Me Poem by olivia helmes
Stranger To Me
I look at my own reflection and feel dejavu
i can see her peeking through
ive seen her before or my eyes are lying
broken and scarred she stood before me a bruise
her emotions ready to burst out at the slightest prick
thats not me not anymore
i knew her once
but now she just hides beheind my eyes waiting to escape with my tears
sitting vacant crying her own blood letting tears
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