Deep inside me is me
The real me
The one I've hidden so resently
The one I refused to let bleed
I hide her
The Little Girl I once knew
She was hurt
She was betrayed
She was left
She was scared
She cried
She was me.
June 26,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dont know why I decided to google your name. I dont know why I decided to read most of your poems, or why i thought that I needed to comment. I dont want a reply. I think I almost met this little girl, perhaps the only person that almost did.