Isn't Really Me

I once new this girl
Who was cheerful as could be
No one really knew her
No one could really see

It lasted for a while
All the pain and tears
All because of that one person
And all her bottled fears

She hurt herself again and again
Ignoring all the warnings
I don't think that she can stop
She's reminded every morning

By the marks on her hand
It's all she can see
She's ashamed of herself
It's all she'll ever be

This is a story about a girl
Who always got left behind
Who took it out on herself
A lesson learned in time

She tries to stop herself
She tries to set herself free
But thank goodness they don't know
That this young girl is me

I once knew myself
I was as cheerful as could be
No one really knows
That, that girl isn't me

I wish that I could take back
But it is far to late
The marks are there to stay
It's my uncharted fate

I wish that I could take back
All this hurt and pain
Others will say it's their fault
But I'm the one to blame

This thought makes me happy
As I try to make them see
I'll soon be able to prove
That this unhappy girl isn't really me

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