It like Everyday is the same and I cant get away from feeling this way.
Who am I? I cant remember!
I use to be this energatic girl who did not care what
You thought and would fliped the world off I it tried
To put her down! I would draw, write poems, and short
Stories! Not that my life was perfect I hated
Life then. I hated people that did the things they did
To me. But at least I was me and no one could take that
Away! But who am I know! I am no body! I'm the person
You cant see, who gets ignored and pushed away. I am
The person staring in the mirror trying to figure out
Who I got here. I feel so cold, dead inside, I am an
Empty shell.
If only half of you knew who I am, I mean truely knew
Who I was.
Can you find me!
Cassandra Jean Fashbaugh
Copyright ©2009 Cassandra Jean Fashbaugh
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