That girl you used to know, remember her?
The one who loved to dance and sing?
Do you remember when she began to write?
Or when she first found her happy place?
It was when her family all got a long.
Do you remember when she felt normal and in with the world?
Do you remember when that girl shut down?
That poor girl everyone thought she was making her emotions,
Little did they know she really was confused.
She still can’t find herself and no matter how she perceives herself,
She still can’t find it in herself to please everyone.
This girl still tries to make the impossible finally able to be possible.
This girl still fights battles every waking day.
This girl doesn’t even know where to begin to fix her past.
She still doesn’t know how to fix her future.
This girl is me.