Sometimes I feel so alone,
amidst all the turmoil,
and the city hustle and bustle,
sometimes I feel like a stranger within my own skin...
Sometimes I close my eyes,
and I wonder where all time has gone,
how could I let it slip through my fingers?
Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror,
and I do not even know the girl staring back at me,
I look and I see lost of youth and innocence.
Sometimes the truth is too stark in contrast to my dreams and aspirations,
Sometimes I realise naivety can and probably will be my downfall in life.
I now realise that reflections can be illusions,
and people underhand,
I now realise that sexuality and beauty is both sides from the same coin,
I now realise that beauty,
can let the most powerful men fall,
the richest and most successful is not immune to true beauty untouched.
Why then do they want to spoil such a precious gift,
when they have already lived through their youth?
I sometimes realise that beauty is both a blessing and a curse,
it opens doors and possibilities,
but sometimes the price is too high to pay.
Sometimes I feel so alone,
isolated,
a stranger in this world,
sometimes I just wonder what the outcome ever will be like,
Sometimes I just want to fast forward,
to a different,
better place in time,
times like these I just want my mother to hold me and hug me,
and say everything' s going to be ok.
At times like these,
I want to be daddy's little girl,
for just a moment in time.
Sometimes life just becomes too much,
and the risks too high.
I sometimes wish that I could meet my match,
however my standards are too high.
Hence my ambitions and drive must stay in place,
the equilibrium undisturbed,
this independent girl,
made as strong as steel,
my naivety shattered,
because sometimes,
became all the time,
A girl, a women strong, broken,
alone.
Sometimes,
I quit thinking,
kill my cigarette,
and walk away,
even astray.
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