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 on the very skin that held many tears along her cheeks 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.