I see you.
The real you.
Not the girl who has succumbed.
But the girl who is trying to change what she has become.
I see past the scars and fake smiles and nervous laughter.
And see longing for the life you sought after.
The life outside the broken past.
The life of happiness that will forever last.
You tried to fill it time after time,
But instead bury with choices laced with grime.
You hope the path you walk now will lead you to it.
Though sadly its not true
Not one bit.
The path you walk will bury you more,
So much so your wings will never let you soar.
Trapped in a cage, that you claim to enjoy,
But to be honest love, it feels like its all a ploy.
Not to live, but to simply survive.
And you and i both know, that is no way to thrive.
I can see you.
The real you
The only question now is
Do you?