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The Grey Girl.
Not quite invisible, always there
Nobody can see her expressions
Nobody acknowleges her mind
They make up her smile, her voice, her stare
His agumental screams, her laugh at a joke
Everything about her isnt hers, its theirs
All of it
They constructed this person out of nonsense and grey matter
No one really knows her, no ones even tried
Shes their emotional puching bag
The free tharapist
Their emotional drain
The non-exsistant shoulder to bitch on
Why does she just stand there?
Doesnt she ever get tired, sad, or fed up?
But there she is, right now, just waiting
Waiting for your fitted smile
Waiting for your life to pour in to her frame
The Grey Girl is always there, and she always will be
Shes you
Shes him
Shes me
Not quite invisible, always there
Nobody can see her expressions
Nobody acknowleges her mind
They make up her smile, her voice, her stare
His agumental screams, her laugh at a joke
Everything about her isnt hers, its theirs
All of it
They constructed this person out of nonsense and grey matter
No one really knows her, no ones even tried
Shes their emotional puching bag
The free tharapist
Their emotional drain
The non-exsistant shoulder to bitch on
Why does she just stand there?
Doesnt she ever get tired, sad, or fed up?
But there she is, right now, just waiting
Waiting for your fitted smile
Waiting for your life to pour in to her frame
The Grey Girl is always there, and she always will be
Shes you
Shes him
Shes me