May 2013
I'm not who I once was
This me is scary
Because I'm me on the outside
I've become everything
I've always wanted to be
On the inside
I've conformed
To nothing but decay
Like shriveled moss
Clinging to a grave
This me is scary
Because I'm me on the outside
I've become everything
I've always wanted to be
On the inside
I've conformed
To nothing but decay
Like shriveled moss
Clinging to a grave
For more of my poetry, visit my blog, A Girl of Sixteen at http://poetrydailyforayear.blogspot.com/
