i look down and i see it.
the heart wrenching thing that is my body.
the boy breaking thing that is my heart.
the non working thing that is my brain.
i'm told to love myself, and i do!
but on the inside, i know.
deep down i know that i'm just a scared little girl.
hoping.
wishing.
wanting.
needing.
i will never be as good as the girls that my boys always go for.
never.
i've grown. and i wish i could take it all back.
all the years of wanting them.
all of those boys who never even noticed me.
who thought i was just the best friend he could cry on when she dumps him.
i go unnoticed.
and i've grown into a shoulder to cry on.
who will notice me?
