I'm that girl.
The quiet one, the one that is overlooked.
The one that lets herself get walked all over
If it means she can have even a second of their time.
I'm that girl.
The one that is so insecure
That she sometimes is afraid to even speak.
The one that watches in awe
As others wear their hearts so openly on their sleeves.
I'm that girl.
The one that secretly wishes
For things that will never come
Not because they're impossible
But because she does not believe she deserves them.
I'm that girl.
The one that will push people away
In fear of them breaking her somewhere down the line.
The one that gets too attached
And her paper heart bleeds with even the slightest tear.
But I'm not that girl.
I'm not, I swear.
Inside, I'm someone new.
But once you've been labeled
It's hard to move on,
Your old self will stick like glue.
