I have always been called that girl
I have lived life like am familiar with it
I am worried that sometimes
I feel so perfect
Mistakes are okay but I fear to make them
Am lost in this feeling of total perfection

Give me a rope so I could climb and get my mind organized
Or better still a rock to break so I can understand this odd feeling
Everyone makes a mistake why can't i be brave enough to?

Her eyes is the mirror of her pain
She mutters words unheard
She shudders when you come closer
Her hands are always over her ears
She hears voices we don't
She bears a burden heavy she is afraid to share
She is 16 yet looks 30
Her heart has been broken into a million piece and each time we try to reach out ,the further away she drifts
She was a girl with so much dreams of being a princess but the man who was suppose to love her broke her.