Briana

Disquise behind me

Im starring at this girl,

whose been through hell and back.
Im staring at this girl

whose mother was on crack.
Im staring at this girl,
who sees that her life isnt fit for this world.

Im looking and wondering why this girl,
lives her life in such pain,

I see this girl with no mother,
no father,
no one to look over her shoulders,
to protect her when danger calls,

Im staring at this girl who is in misery,
Im sitting here wondering why this girl is crying,
why her tears fills her eyes,
why its fear that covers all those lies,

why she hides them inside
why people cant see the real her

Im standing and staring at this girl,
only seeing that the girl im staring at,
is me!



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