she lay on her messy bed, her eyes close but she awake
she wearing an old dress. she think she's pretty, but everyone staring at her. she look like a fool
she bring dagger on her sweater pocket, to cut someone who tried to plague her
she drive alone on lonely afternoon, celebrating her self satisfaction
laughter light love
she weak, does someone realize?
she a paranoid, does someone understand?
no one knows who is she, even her self
until one day she lay on an arms
lately she know who is she
she realize, she learn
however far she go away alone, she never left her room
she slap her cheek by her own hand
she yelling silence. wake up wake up!
*Monday morning. i'm staring in front the mirror, found my self ugly and hungry. wish to hug my reflection inside the mirror
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