She is Me
The girl in front of me
Is not someone to be hidden
But to be seen by humanity
And not let it be forbidden
She may look soulless
Her eyes may not hold light
Though the girl could care less
For she is mighty and would go against the world to fight
As the light goes against the dark,
The girl shows victory that she had won against the world
She will write her story in a wood’s bark
That later in history would be unfurled
She is me, for whom else can it be
The person that is standing in front of me
This poem is about:
Me