Mistaken Identity

The girl in the corner,
With long golden hair,
Crying tears of crimson blood,
Left with not one stair,

Unpredictable actions,
She did take,
Wanting to be dead,
Was anything but fake,

A million wars,
A thousand days,
You’d never think,
She’d fall his way,

The sun likes to rise,
The moon likes to fall,
I pick up that knife,
More and more,

Playing the role,
Of the nice girl next door,
Only during the day,
At night she trebles on the floor,

This girl you see,
Shall be depressed all through eternity,
All because she has a terrible case of,
Mistaken identity.

©Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on April 8th, 2005