Her..

They look down on her. They all say she won't make it. She was never good enough and never will be. Her actions speak upon the pain. She is to blame for this heartache. She has no place to go. No place to hide. She is dead inside. As she fights a war against the mirror she doesn't see who she has become. Why does she wear this face? Who is she? What is her name? So far gone. No one can save her now. Its her, against the world.



Poetry by thatsarahgirl.
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Written on 2009-09-10 at 17:59

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