Lost Girl

Wed, 10/26/2016 - 18:24 -- Roz

I look away,

But the lost girl inside

is telling me to speak up.

 

I mumble an answer

But the lost girl inside

is telling me to yell.

 

I walk with my head down,

But the lost girl inside

wants to stand proud.

 

I don't raise my hand

But the lost girl inside

is yelling, "Pick me!"

 

You look at me, I look down

But the lost girl inside

wants to meet your gaze.

 

"When are you going to stop pretending?"

You know who I truly am.

 

I almost pipe up,

With a sarcastic remark

That the lost girl would have said.

 

As the lost girl begins to take control once more,

I shove away the girl deep down,

And shake my head and run away.

 

But secretly, the lost girl inside

Asks me the same question

you just asked.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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