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