This is me I'm that girl staring back It's a distortion. A figment of my imagination. No, this isn't me. But it's real and it exists. How could it possibly be fabricated? It isn't fictitious. It's genuine.
A smile so infectious A blank expression Body present Eyes vacant Life absent The mind it screams
Poison Innocence Addiction Guilt Freedom This is madness This is me.
This was the title of a novel I was planning about a year ago? Unfortunately I never got round to it, nor did I plan it out which means I've forgotten what the plot was. By writing this , it should hopefully re jog my memory and if not, come up with a better one!