Reflections

My face is getting lines
My body wearing thin
The outside is my armor
To protect all that is within.

Sometimes I am laughing
While inside I am dieing
Outside there�s a smile
Covering the inside crying.

My soul reaches out
For the girl buried deep inside
Robbed of her innocence
The pain made her hide.

My heart cries loudly
For the sons that are gone
There is a lot of pain
Even after this long

When I die, I hope they say
This life I survived it all
Even when I was run down
I refused to let myself fall.

�1999 by Elizabeth La Monda