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Finding Herself.
Look in the mirror
What do I see?
A blank faced girl
staring back at me.
The pain and struggle
she trudges through every day
is hidden well.
Through her deep brown eyes.
No one knows her story
Few would care to listen,
if it were to be told.
Shes just a girl
in a body of girls.
Just trying to find herself.[/font]
What do I see?
A blank faced girl
staring back at me.
The pain and struggle
she trudges through every day
is hidden well.
Through her deep brown eyes.
No one knows her story
Few would care to listen,
if it were to be told.
Shes just a girl
in a body of girls.
Just trying to find herself.[/font]
Published 12th May 2010
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13th May 2010 4:30am
your good see nothing to worry about its really good i love how your poem matches your display name i love that its about someone finding themselves sometimes it isnt really about finding yourself people spend there whole lives trying to find themselves when your right there. love your work cant wait to read more :)
17th May 2010 6:29pm
I like your writing style =) the poem is really good, people search to find themselves everyday, only the ones who look deep enough find themselves. Keep writing =D
30th May 2010 6:10pm
so true.
I once was that girl, trying to find myself.
It took me a few yeara but it was worth it.
My life has turned aroung cuz i opened my eyes and realize i didnt belong here.
LOVE YOU POEMS
Keep write
xox
I once was that girl, trying to find myself.
It took me a few yeara but it was worth it.
My life has turned aroung cuz i opened my eyes and realize i didnt belong here.
LOVE YOU POEMS
Keep write
xox
Anonymous
18th Jun 2010 2:51am
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21st Jun 2010 3:28am
6th Feb 2011 5:25pm
yourself...
I don't know if I will ever find myself, and I don't know if anything will ever makes sense, and this poem makes sense but then again
I don't know
I don't know shit
And I fucking love it.
And I love
your poem too
I don't know if I will ever find myself, and I don't know if anything will ever makes sense, and this poem makes sense but then again
I don't know
I don't know shit
And I fucking love it.
And I love
your poem too
