She is an angel fallen from above,
She is a heart filled with undying love.
She is a body tortured with pain,
She is the grave in which I have lain.
She is the voice inside my head,
She is a girl with words unsaid.
She is a slave fighting against the enemy,
She is a trapped dove longing to be free.
She is a willow tree feeble and weak,
She is a young child longing to speak.
She is a memory I want to forget,
She is a darkened figure I have met.
She is a dancer, spinning, flying and dying,
She is a tear i find myself crying.
She is a girl running from lost dreams,
She is not really who she seems.
She is the pain ripping apart my soul,
She is the girl that will never be whole.
This girl is me.
