Unfinished Life
I wake up in the morning,
Wondering who I’m suppose to be.
Will I act like her, or just try to be me?
How do I dress?
Or even fix my hair for today.
Will I wear this or that?
Walk or drive?
Scream or cry?
Who am I suppose to be,
If I'm suppose to change?
Copyright © Samantha-Jane Smith | Year Posted 2012
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