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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