He Was Right

borrowed from a friend

He turns to me

he smiles

then he goes on to say

"you are a different girl,

you can see on your face"

he was right

I'm not the same girl

I'm wearing different masks

to please the different people in this world

to bad I'm good at fooling

even the man who who can see through people

couldn't even see through me anymore

I guess my mask got to thick

with all the cement

make up

and pain

ribbons on my wrist

hide scars

and the lipstick I once wore

is smeared on different stars

He turns to me

he smiles

then he goes on to say,

"you are a different girl

you can see it on your face.

I love you."

he was right

I'm not the same girl

he loves who he sees

but that is not me

the reflection lies

and he couldn't see the real me through my eyes

so now what...

he was right

I'm not the same..