Who are you?
That sad girl in the mirror
No sense of self-worth
Shaken, cold, angry, alone
Fluttering constantly
Need a restart
An electrical surge
To reawaken the urge to move
Right and wrong
Pleasure and pain
Why can’t things just stay the same?
A pendulum swinging back and forth
Feeling like a ship that’s lost at sea
Will I ever find my way home?
The boat will rock, as the clock will tick and tock
The sea keeps churning but are you learning?
Feeling frozen in a state of sadness
And confusion
Has it all been a grand illusion?
She’s not alone but some days she feels it
Moving ever forward with an unknown destination
She’ll be ok someday.
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