Who is this girl I see with her face like stone
The look in her eyes emotionless
With her hair a curtain as if to close herself off from the world.
What has happened to her what do I not see
Who can she truly be?
Who is this girl whom I dare to judge
Gawking at her in amusement as if she were
a picture hung on a wall wanting to be seen by all.
Who am I to judge her past, present, and future
For I have fallen numerous times.
More than the stars in the sky,
And the grains of sand on a beach.
I have walked on the broken glass barefoot,
cutting myself on the thorns of lies
And have even laid on the cracked sidewalk just waiting
For eternal sleep to take me.
Who is this girl that I see looking in at the pool of water
And tearing at it as if to claw the image she sees before her to shreds.
The girls who cries herself to sleep in her bed.
Who shuts her eyes to the world
so the pain and darkness don't have to be seen.
She puts chains on her heart locks it with a key
And does not seem to be seen by anyone but me.
Who is this girl
Well, she has quite a tale to tell.
But as fate has woven it her eyes forever closed
And the flame in her has been blown out.
She is part of the earth as we all should return to.
She just couldn't handle this world.
The world will be a darker place now that her spark has been extinguished.
And if I could have but one wish
I would wish that it had been me to ask
Who is this girl?
And not just say the words but truly ask.
She was looked at but never seen
Heard but never truly listened to.
Her story will be told and even though you might hear
Will you ever listen to the memories, the story she wrote
though it might be short.
This is not only her story but mine as well
Where in the darkest parts of me,
My fears dwell.
Who is she?
I guess the true question is who is me?
Who am I?
Am I me?
For if she can't be heard and we wonder
who is she then will I ever know who is me.
Who is this girl?
Well, she is me.