Look at me now,
who would have thought.
That the girl so strong,
had a very weak spot.
And he hit her there,
and didn't even care.
**Stanza from my poem**

Look at me now,
who would have thought.
That the girl so strong,
had a very weak spot.
And he hit her there,
and didn't even care.
**Stanza from my poem**

All of you out there,
whine about your heart being broken.
But none of you would ever dare,
to feel the pain of not knowing if your heart is with you or taken.
It's the deadly disease called confusion.

But I guess..oh shoot,
I've got nothing to say or do.
I've got to face the sad truth,
baby it's true,
I guess I do.
I do need you.

And when I am having a really bad day,
and I've got a lot to say.
Sometimes my patience just breaks,
and the girl inside me awakes.

I've lost the key to the door,
and its flooding since I haven't cried this much in years.
I never thought my end would be thise sore,
that I'd get drowned by my own tears.

I am relieved to know,
that through the world of unknown,
that acts like a thick blanket of snow,
I completely know,
I know me.

I look in the mirror,
and I see through my face,
I see through the exterior,
and my soul I embrace.

The world is a lonely place
and it's not where I chose to be.
Of everyones past I have no trace,
All I know is me.

I can walk a thousand miles for you. But by the end, if you don't have water, I swear I'll kill you.