Me
my feelings torn right at the seam.
The person in my memories can surely not be me
The girl inside who I used to be is buried deep inside of me
I keep her trapped, never to be seen, because I hated who I was
I regret that I have only one life because maybe I could do it right.
Only if I could fall asleep one night and begin it all again.
I look in the mirror and all I see is the woman that stares before me,
but still that girl cries out wanting to be part of me
I had left that person that I hated,
but she still lives as I have stated deep inside,
never to comeout I barely hear her scream and shout
As I try to remember all my youth
I can’t believe what I see is the truth
The person that I used to be surely isn’t me
Cristy Bigelow
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