Blue-jeans covering her legs,
Ripped at the knee of course
For what other way would it be ?
Pink hairband tying back her curls,
With a few strands pulled down
For what other way would it be ?
Flowers blooming on her papered wall,
Looking so pretty and perfect
For what other way would it be ?
A modern phone stuck to her hand,
Social medias open in front of her eyes
For what other way would it be ?
A normal teenage girl,
Or so it seems.
A happy teenage girl,
Or so it seems.
An unbothered teenage girl,
Or so it seems.
A usual teenage girl,
Or so it seems.
A single tear escapes her grey eye
And travels slowly down her cheek.
Not everything is as it seems.
