on the outside I’m Audrey Hepburn
or maybe Cleopatra
a woman, beautiful and strong
but on the inside I’m Mara Wilson
or maybe Cosette
a child, scared and scarred
sometimes I can thrive outside myself
escape the dungeon of my mind
and be that woman people see
but sometimes I suffer inside myself
forgetting the external world
knowing only childish terror
who is the real me?
are they lies
the pictures people see
a masquerade?
or could it be
that I’m the one who can’t see
past the facade?
yes, once
I was a child
scared and scarred
but now
I am a woman
strong and beautiful
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From the book my heart poured out by Jordan Aspen
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Paul and Jordan Aspen
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