Not Me

Her smile is rare,

Her words are cold,

Something that has shame to hold,

Her beauty is still,

Her friends are 'it',

She can be popular-

Those pants fit

Yet she is dying when she goes home-

She looks in the mirror to see what she has become--

Yet a girl looks back, more beautiful than her,

Before she lost everything-

Before she got hurt.

She smashes the mirror without seeing anymore,

Falling with the glass down on the floor,

The tears bottled for five years uncorked,

This is just not her-

This is just not me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

8-11-06 had to do this one for school

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