In the mirror
by Erica Parker
Who is that inside the mirror it cant be me.
Shes not happy and free.
I used to know what is going on.
All i know is im going, going, gone.
I dont know where i am anymore its a whole diffent place then before.
I act if nothings wrong but inside im dying.
I smile when im sad.
I laugh when im mad.
It confuses me.
It makes a cold chill run up my spine.
I dont know what it is.
Looking at pictures shows not me but someone else someone i dont know.
Maybe someone i was or had been or maybe someone i want to be.
My family looks at me and thanks im happy they cant see thhough me.
And im glad they cant i would just break my mothers's heart.
But my best friend sees though me my smileing face and i cant believe she said something.
She told me reality she says all you need is friends and family and it true for some of you .
But not for me i need selfesstem and somewhere safe, someone to love and someone to hate.
I found people to hate but one to love.
I wish i could finds someone i love that loves me back.
I been pushed and pulled every way when is it my turn to be happy.
I was dumped and kicked while i was down.
They say what doesnot kill you makes you stonger.
Maybe in body but not mind.
I just want to quit i just want to rhyme.
But i stay strong for my friends my family for everyone.
But not for me!