My Answer

Hey beautiful girl,

What's got you

So twisted deep inside

Are you so labored and pristine


I'll tell you why I'm so twisted

I'm broken and afraid

I've hidden myself away

An identity shrouded in unknowns

I don't know where to go

My heart has found no home


Each day a brand new wound

Another knife inside my chest

I'm weak, I'm angry

I'm consumed inside myself

And nobody, not even I will dig myself out


Anymore I don't know what has got me

What has me so twisted deep inside

But I'm broken

From that truth I cannot hide

I've been beaten, I've been bruised

Lonely girl, less beautiful

Pristine is the antonym chosen to describe what I am

The End

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