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Inner Beauty


All alone inside this body, No one to talk to, no one to love me. What’s stopping me is this wall, So I walk back and forth along this hall. I’m trying to do my job, But their starting to form a mob. She had a life before this, Now I know that’s what she misses. She fought hard for what she believed in, I can only help her from within. Wanderer is the name I was given, Her life because of me was taken. We are in the future now, I can’t imagine how… Wait! I hear you there! Not my own thoughts, I cannot bear. She is in here with me, In this rebellious body. Help me out with this situation. Help me I don’t want to be apart of this conversion.
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