Is this normal?
The impending fear and panic of collapse over the simplest things or mistakes.
The fear that if I fail I won't be as strong as I am now.
The fear that I won't be who I want to be.
Because, truth is, I don't want to be me.
The girl everyone sees on screen.
That girl, that person, isn't who I love.
She isn't what I want.
the girl who can't resist saying 'your mom' to every question or answer.
the girl that hates pickles as if she gets paid for it.
the girl that can't get enough of pink.
the girl that cherishes her friends like it's breathing
the girl who can't flirt for the life of her but will always hold compassion.
At least that's the girl I want to be.
That's the girl I want to see when I look at me.
