I am the girl:
Who makes lists of her mistakes,
writes up ways to waste her days…
Still lets time slip away.
I am the girl:
That feels time flying by
freezes up, her throat runs dry.
She wonders, “How will I survive?”
I wonder why I feel so broken,
When did I crack? Where did I go wrong?
I feel so insignificant,
I’m not sure where I’m supposed to belong.
Although everything appears fine,
I’m shielding myself beneath this mask.
Don’t let this jaded wall fool you
I’m still running from the past.
I am the girl:
Who tries too hard to be sweet,
trying to find the good in all whom she meets.
She still feels like the “black sheep”.
I am the girl:
Who everyone finds strange…
Yet everyday I've been consistent,
I’m the girl who wants to change.

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