• See her?
    Over there?
    The girl with the small round face
    with the tears?
    That's me.
    The real me.
    What is the real me?
    I don't know really.
    I always thought i was real.
    But lately my smile's been feeling
    fake.
    And my heart's been a little
    shadowy.
    I don't know.
    Maybe that's just me.
    Because when I look in
    the mirror, I just see a girl
    who's hair never goes the way
    she wants it.
    A girl who never liked the way she looked and
    thinks she could be thinner.
    A girl who, when she walks
    down the hall, keeps her head down
    counting tiles.
    A young teenage girl who
    has typical teenage problems.
    You know.
    The whole, "He loves me,
    he loves me not."
    and
    "I'm so ugly. I wish I could be like her."
    Just a regular teenager
    who sits alone
    quietly writing out unseen
    Love poems
    and believeing on quotes
    she thinks relates to her.
    She even listens to only certain songs
    only because it made her think
    of
    "The One and Only."
    "Her One and Only."
    See her?
    Over there?
    The girl with the small round face
    with the tears?
    That's me.
    The real me.
    What is the real me?
    The real me is her.
    That girl.
    I am that girl.