Another day
Another wakening
Who am I really?
The rumors fly by
What did I do this time?
The face in the mirror...
It isn't mine,
Just a fake reflection
Can't be who I want to be
Blonde to Black then Blue to Gray
Who should I be this week?
A single tear
I am no longer Shellsea
I am now shellsea
A whore without a thought
A girl with more growing up
A cutter trying to stop
They call me fake
Maybe I need to know who I am
Thick eyeliner without a dream
Gross Bisexual
With the man of her life
Am I reduced to this?
Don't cry out
More rumors will fly around
Keep your head down
Maybe no one will notice you...
Author notes
Shellsea, A Heartbroken-Headcase...Option 3, What I see when I look in the mirror
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Comments
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Wow. this wa an amazing piece of writing. Really blew me up there..amazing emotions!!!!!! loved it so much. good luck in my contest
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