Me Against The World

I look in the mirror,
And what do I see,
Some girl standing their,
Looking right at me.

That face soo pale
With a smile that's weak,
Tear stained cheeks
And eyes that are deep.

These eyes she see through,
A light shade of blue
Hide all her feelings
False statements and also true.

Only I can see,
The stains upon her cheeks,
The ones that she cries,
And also weeps.

That smile isn't strong
And that smile is also fake.
Everyday it struggles,
Through the pain it has to take.

Her pale face is hidden
By the make-up she wears.
So that the poepl passing ehr by,
Won't see the cracks and the tears.

She see thes way
People wonder and look,
Everyday is a new chapter
In this brown bound book.

She is the pen
And life is the paper,
She writes the words
With ne regrets later.

She seems so brave,
To be all on her own,
No one to save her
Her heart has no home.

With words that she;
Can never speak aloud,
For now and forever,
She sits alone on this cloud.

By Kirsty McCulley