What am i

by sammi   Aug 15, 2008


While I'm here crying,
with my inside dying.
Your out there laughing,
knowing your the fashion.
When i look in the mirror i see a lie,
your messing around with my guy.
At least I'm not you,
when you look in the mirror.
Your face turns to shrivels and you start to shiver.
I tried so hard struggling all the way,
you sit here laughing until the next day.

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