Maybe it's too late
How can I cope with the things that I am coming across
How can I remain the girl I used to be
How can I smile and laugh like I did back then
When I know what they think of me
How do you expect me to live my life
When I've been a tool for everyone
I could disappear and never reappear
They would not notice I was gone
When they need me I exist
When they do, not I am just a shadow in the night
Maybe it's too late to change my life
This poem is about:
Me