I am but a lonely girl
standing in the pouring rain,
heart ripped out and torn apart
dont know who i am
looking in the shattered mirror i ask, "who's this i see before me?, and
what've they come to be?"
They've come to be the lonely girl
standing in the pouring rain, her soul severed and hung to dry,
she dont know who's staring back at her in the broken glass.
She's asking herself
"who's this stranger glaring back at me?"
That stranger is the lonely girl standing in the pouring rain who's tears
burn with hate.
She looks in the flowing river and asks
"who's face do i see here?"
and she stops and realizes that the face she sees is..... me

*a little more of a song more so than a poem, but i thought that perhaps it
would be ok as a poem???*
 
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