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

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'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.

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.

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.

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.

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**

Maybe, just maybe,
What I feel for you...
Maybe you'll say that you feel it too.

What's the point in living for,
if you're eventually going to die?
What's the point in loving someone,
if by the end,
they make you cry?