things have been different
when she looks in the mirror
she hates what she sees
but she smiles all day
because she does not want anyone asking
if everything is okah
because she wouldnt know how to answer
she doesnt like have to answer
because she herself never knows the amswer
she never has
she doesnt know if she is okay
she doesnt know what is wrong
she doesnt even know who she is
she is me.
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Poetrythis is a place for me to express my feelings 🥺 because i have a lot of them
