The kiss of death

A true being I am, For a dead girl.

Dead girl walking but no one knows. Disguised in many outfits to hide who she is. seeking to find her way home. Meant travelling through life. Others assumed she looked dead, they did not know it was true. Not knowing where she was, she thought something was wrong, she had realised that she had turned the  other way. Memories had gone and strangers has spoken, homesick she felt no explanation to feelings. This world has a reflection in meaning of opposite. The mirror was clear no reflection was seen until pieces were cracked, then the mirror had smashed their was one thing to do was to turn her back. Now that she knows that home is on the other side she will blow her first kiss, a kiss of a goodbye "farewell"

This poem is about: 
Our world

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