some of us –
we never were given the chance to grow up with her.
We see a stranger when we look in the mirror.
We see a girl who covers her sad eyes with pretty colors to disguise-
then blushes some pink to disguise the tears… to look alive
but none from us…
we were never aloud to cry.
Not even worth a goodbye…
And off she goes… fighting for her tomorrow;
It doesn’t take her long to hide the sorrow.
While we remain in today,
stuck within this shell we borrow.