Simple words twisted and spun,
Can anyone stop what has begun?
Single things seem meaningless,
But something is hidden I must confess.
If I was gone what would they see,
What kind of girl would I be judged to be?
I am like all with many sides,
But I'll never know which one finally presides.
Will they see only a tormented soul,
Or a young naive, little fool?
Looking forward to look back,
Does nothing for us after the fact.