I am That Girl
I am that girl.
I am that girl that sits in either the front or back of a room,
but is always surrounded by people feeling out of place.
The one who helps others with their problems,
but has no-one to help her with her own.
A girl who, on the outside, is friendly and full of laughter,
but doesn't know where she belongs.
I am that girl.
I am the one fighting to breathe while showing a happy façade.
The one with friends and no-one to tell.
A girl hurting on the inside feeling like hell.
I am that girl.
I am the girl that is afraid of pain,
but wishes for it instead of anxiety.
The girl feeling false feelings shown to others,
but is bottling the truth away.
A girl that sits in the dark crying,
but not making a sound to be heard by others.
I am that girl.
I am the one who would rather sleep than smile.
The one that loves food and doesn't eat.
A girl who reads more than speaks.
I am that girl.
I am that girl that wears nice things,
but feels better with sweats and a T.
The girl most would call boring for not trying new things,
but wishes that she had the courage to scream.
A girl who would rather laze around,
but interacts for the sake of her family.
I am that girl.
I am that girl with bags under her eyes saying she's fine.
The girl who would rather sleep than smile.
A girl with wishes for adventure scared to face the world.
I am that girl.
I am that girl that fears rejection,
but goes with the flow, even against what she believes.
The one who sits with a group of friends,
but feels like a ghost, not seen.
A girl who wishes to be found,
But afraid of what they'll see.
I am that girl.
I am that girl huddled in blankets on the floor.
The girl that sways side-to-side in the middle of a dark room
A girl that just wants to hide.
I am that girl, and that girl is me.