I don't remember if I've posted this before. If I have, please email me. I don't exactly know how to explain this one. I just happen to be an insomniac and I have hypergraphia. I think you could view this with several different characters. but the golden haired girl is Alex. I put the lyrics to the song at the end.
I sit here in the darkness, all alone, thinking. That's all I ever do…think. I think about work, about death, about him. He's wonderful, with his nerdy qualities that I love. I wish I could have him but he chose the girl with gold hair with a gentle curl. She's so beautiful compare to me. She's perfect, while I'm just normal. Her sophisticated ways woo him. Personally, I wasn't born for the rose and pearl. He is wrapped around her figure, every guy is. Why can't I be like her? I would do anything to have him look at me, like he does at her. He takes her out on elaborate dates. No one would ever do that with me, I'm too weird. Everyone hates me. I see it in their eyes. They want me to go away forever. They say, "Don't dream too far." They're right. Dreaming can get you in trouble. I see that now. They also say, "Wishing only wounds the heart." I wished he would love me, and look... I'm all alone. I should have known he wouldn't love me. No one loves me, not father, not sister, no one. They use me for their benefit. I could end it all now, but what's the point. No one would ever notice I was gone. Now that I think about it, I wasn't supposed to be born anyway. I'm a mistake, and a mistake should be erased. So, away I shall go, because I'm not that girl.
I'M NOT THAT GIRL
Hands touch
Eyes meet
Sudden silence
Sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl
Don't dream
Too far
Don't lose sight of
Who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl
Every so often we long to steal
To the land of what might have been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
Blithe smile
Lithe limb
She who's winsome
She wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And heaven knows
I'm not that girl
Don't wish
Don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl