I am one of those girls.
The ones who think they have a handle on life.
The girl walking alone at night because being inside is too suffocating.
The girl who pretends she's invincible because it's better than being scared.
The girl who flirts with everyone because it's fun.
Who turns down guys and girls alike because it makes her feel powerful.
The girl who shares wild stories of affairs in alleys and behind closed doors
And who walks home in the morning in last night's clothes, makeup smudged and hair a mess.
I am the girl who cries in the night because she is scared of herself.
The girl who walks the line between control and chaos.
The girl who thinks that tonight could be the night everything ends,
But who still wakes up in the morning glad that it didn't.
I used to think these girls were glamorous, romanticized in their imperfection.
I don't feel glamorous.
Do you envy me now?
