And there she sits
The sad girl with the pretty eyes
Almost ruined by her disguise
Hating the one who stares back at her everyday
Not letting the one beneath the surface
Get a word in edgewise.
Tired of seeing that same expression in the mirror
Looking hard, but it's not getting any clearer
Fighting everything, but unable to make what's already there
Disappear.
Afraid of differences that she knows are one and the same
Wishing she could think of another word for this torture
Except - "That which we call a rose would smell as sweet
By any other name".
well done.
and |ryn|
thaaaaanks,...[shuffles feet,]
;]
Just so you know :)
masri@morakimo.com
(yeah im corny)
also, dont read kai's diaries. he's so vain, he just wants notes.