Alone again
Alone again,
It’s who I am.
The ghost of a girl,
A spectator in their world.
The story I follow
didn’t last long.
My heart is hollow,
the pages gone.
Icy spikes
Form in their eyes.
A cold, cold darkness
It’s my disguise.
Don’t let the light
Creep its way through,
Or it will unveil
My unsightly view.
Alone again,
It’s who I am.
Self-sabotage
reaches out its deathly hand.
Though years ago
warm and sweet,
Behind a mask,
I now retreat.
Confidence was not
So easily held,
And through the cracks in my hands,
Its sandy grains fell.
If only I hadn’t
Grown up to be shattered,
Then there wouldn’t be cracks,
And it wouldn’t have mattered.
Alone again,
It’s who I am.
But it’s not who I _was._
And not who I chose to be.
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