Who is that girl, where does she go?
Does anyone know her name?
She’s wandering lost, painfully slow,
Everyday just the same.
Expressionless, without a smile
Her eyes all filled with tears
Unaware what brings the lonely mile
Now stricken with worry and fears
She’s trying to hide away the doubt
She’s lost her voice and cannot shout
Who is that girl, the one I see?
Vacantly staring back at me?
I know her name, behind the lies
That girl is me, the one that cries
Comments
Bern | December 1, 2009 - 20:34
Beautifully put and very sad.
We've all been there and,when we were, we did'nt know that time would heal.
Hope you came through it OK
Bern
Silver Spun Sand | December 2, 2009 - 11:13
I echo Bern's comments, entirely.
Very poignant.
Tina
Charlene Flanagan | December 2, 2009 - 11:14
Thank you.. I'd like to think I got throught it unscarred but I can't really say for sure because every now and then I doubt myself and get insecure..
Silver Spun Sand | December 2, 2009 - 11:18
"I know where you're coming from", as they say.
Tina