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i can be somewhat pretty
sometimes i like what i see
but most times when i look in the mirror
i have a hard time finding me
where have i gone?
what have i seen?
what have i done?
what of my dreams?
i want a life
that shines in the light
but standing in shadows
makes it all too bright
i'm not a pretty girl
i can't be
it's not a part of my makeup
or my destiny
i want to run away,
fly high to the stars
where it all doesn't matter
only who you are
why is the person looking
back at me
a person that i've
never seen?
we've never met
yet you're sharing my face
what is the story,
you're taking my place?
...that can't be
all i see
that's not me...
i can be somewhat pretty...
sometimes i like what i see...
...when it's me...

As it is with so many other poems that will find their way on here, this was written almost a year ago. Some are older even than that. For the most part these older poems will have numbers instead of titles.