Bitter
You might glance in that vague direction.
A second too long.
Your eye may focus on something as mythical as the unicorn
Bitter
Guarded
That girl
You know her from around the city
The one with the blank stare
She holds her head high sometimes
No-one notices anything strange
Bitter
Guarded
Guess if that smile was real
She tried to tell the world, inspiration comes from the strangest places
She tried to be like you
She knew he was everything she wasn’t
She speaks in the third person
Well, to try and forget that she’s me
Copyright © Stephanie Stewart | Year Posted 2008
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