Every time I look, I am standing alone.
Poetry is all I can call my own.
Words fill the page, but don't fill the space
That can only be filled with a familiar face.
Every time I look, I've lost another friend.
Where does this path of lonely end?
Tears fill my eyes, but don't heal the pain.
Why does life leave this stain?
Every time I look, she is still dead.
Thoughts of that night rushing through my head.
Lies slip so easily, behind this shell.
All the things you think you know so well.
Every time I look, a stranger looks back.
Running, but today there's only one track.
You think you know me, but I'm not the same.
The girl inside wasn't born with this name.