Can't remember when I wrote this, but as I uncover old poetry, I've decided to post it... Yeah, that's all I'm gonna say about that...
She wears a bright mask to hide her pain
She shows no emotions or feelings
She smiles all day and she cries all night
She’s in need of some serious healing
She’s not quite sure of where she’s going
She’s not real sure how she got where she’s at
She needs a GPS to show her the way
And she needs a medical doctor – STAT!
She’s aching and bleeding on the inside
She has a demon residing within
She outwardly lives a wondrous life
She inwardly lives a life full of sin
She curses, she gambles, and she smokes
She commits adultery and she even drinks
She’ll repent on her death bed and be made anew
Or at least that’s what she thinks
She has no idea her troubles ahead
She seems not to notice or care
She wanders about aimlessly
She has a cold and emotionless stare
She’s falling into a bottomless pit
And soon it will be too late
Someone please help this girl out
Someone teach her to love, and not to hate
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