Hide and Seek

Who’s that happy girl in that picture?

I can hardly notice her, even though she looks a lot like me.

She’s so pretty, pearly white teeth and hair perfectly done.

As I flick through her pictures I see that she was a conceited young woman.

Can’t blame her, the girl got great looks.

But I believe there’s a hook.

I see through that smile, I seek her pain.

I see how she hides it in hopes that someone will figure her out.

I can help her without a doubt.

You see, all you have to do is figure out the problem then a solution.

 

Maybe her problem is the pollution

Or maybe it’s about an execution

It could even be about confusion

And all she’s looking for is a resolution

And so...

I will open her skull then I’ll switch our minds.

Then I’ll think as if I’m her.

She will think as if she were I.

She’ll figure out my plans, which were to help her.

Then she will just open up to me.

 

By then I wouldn’t need her anymore, because I am now her.

I think like her, I feel her pain.

And there’s so much I will help her gain.

And the problems, I will help her tame.

After I have fixed her all up and enjoyed the game

I will then switch our minds back for she will need it to no longer stress because she’s no longer a mess.

Thanks to my address. She will be happy and I will no longer see through her and find negative energy.

For the love that’s within me.

Happy is what she will be. 

Reviews

[Writing with Kae]

I feel this poem it really speaks out. I wish that sometimes sumone could trade places with me