Finding Me

Finding Me short poem

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Sometimes I wonder where that girl has gone,
The one that everybody always seen,
The one who would stand up and sing her song,
Confidence was all they ever seen.

Sometimes I wonder where that girl could be,
The one that was striving for a goal,
Heading for stardom, everyone could see,
She sang with every fibre of her soul.

Sometimes I wonder where that girl did go,
The one who had so much to give,
The one that was special, did she even know,
She touched so many lives because she lived.

Sometimes I wonder where that girl belongs,
For something in her heart would not reveal,
I could always feel that there was something wrong,
She seemed to feel more than others feel.

Sometimes I wonder where that girl remains,
Did she ever see her name in lights,
She said that she would make it, they would know her name,
The fire in the soul her dreams ignite.

Sometimes I wonder where that girl has gone,
I look in the mirror and I see,
I realised in that world I did not belong,
I left the stage to find my way to me.

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