Is Not the Girl she seems to be


IS NOT THE GIRL SHE SEEMS TO BE

That girl you see looking in the mirror
Is not the girl that she seems to be
There’s something ugly looking back at her
From inside, that no-one else can see

A long-buried secret that sometimes makes her feel
A little ill, a little dirty and not so proud
Of herself, how she’d beg; borrow and steal
To feed a habit that’s left her cowed

Drained; broken, and a shell of her former self
You look into her listless eyes to see
If there’s any spark left, has she left it on the shelf
Along with her dreams and memories

Of happier; now distant and more innocent times
When a girl could be just that, a girl
Play with her dolls and friends, sing nursery rhymes
And adulthood was like a hidden pearl

Wating to be discovered

She is not the girl that you and I see
When we see her preening and swaying those hips
She is not the girl that she seems to be
Covered with mascara, pouting her Angelina lips

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