Every time that I look at myself,
I'm wondering,
Who is that girl? ,
I only know a small part of her,
but then again,
I seem to know everything about her,
Isn't it strange? ,
So when people stare at me,
I'm wondering,
What do they think of me? ,
Do they see me,
the way I see myself? ,
answers to my questions,
I'll never know,
So you could say that I'm trapped...,
Trapped,
In my own thoughts,
waiting till the day,
that I'll find some peace in mind.
Smiling Inside
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