The little girl
I go and stand in front of my mirror
I look and then I see her
The little girl that has always been pushed aside
She got used to always hide
She used to go to the house people call home
She stepped to her room feeling all alone
No one to hold her or to explain her feelings to
Because no one payed attention to what she wanned to
She didn't want to have the feeling
Like nothing in her life had meaning
She always felt her tears roll down her face
She never stopped wishing for better days
Now she's older and not alone
She has someone by her side to call her own
Now she's proud of who she is
She's so happy she doensn't feel bitterness
She feels liberated and free
Because now she knows who to be
She stands up and says I'm am me
I look and then I see her
The little girl that has always been pushed aside
She got used to always hide
She used to go to the house people call home
She stepped to her room feeling all alone
No one to hold her or to explain her feelings to
Because no one payed attention to what she wanned to
She didn't want to have the feeling
Like nothing in her life had meaning
She always felt her tears roll down her face
She never stopped wishing for better days
Now she's older and not alone
She has someone by her side to call her own
Now she's proud of who she is
She's so happy she doensn't feel bitterness
She feels liberated and free
Because now she knows who to be
She stands up and says I'm am me
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Eenzaamheid | HW.H |: | Zaterdag, maart 24, 2007 13:49 |
| heel mooi verwoord! | |
| Angel13: | Zaterdag, maart 24, 2007 13:14 |
| zeer mooi en hoopvol geschreven! Liefs Angel13 xxx |
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 maart 2007 | ||
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