Beautiful Girl
Who are you?
I’ve seen you before.
Always watching me.
You’re mysterious,
You Beautiful Girl…
Why do you keep following me?
Why do you haunt me?
You’re eyes stare into my soul.
I grow cold.
I hurt when I see you.
Ibecome angry when you are near.
You’re not a Beautiful Girl.
You’re just a reflection,
And I hate you.