that girl.

 

Who is she?

Does anyone really know
who she is or what she wants?
Is she feeling high or low?

 

She’s that girl.

There she is

We watch her every single day

She is so unique

And does everything in her own way

 

She’s that girl.

 

It’s too bad that no one sees

How hurt she is inside

And how many days she wants to cry

And how many times she has lied.

 

She’s that girl.

 

She says she is okay

But really she is dying

She is isn’t okay; she hates herself

And she is getting sick of lying

 

She’s that girl.

 

The mask on her face is feeling heavy

It’s imaginary but full of guilt and lies

She wants to peel it off

But what will her peers think of her insides.

 

She’s that girl.

 

Finally she takes the leap

And happily lets us see

Who she is and what she’s like

And now she is proud to say this is me.

 

“I’m that girl.”

Reviews

[Tim]

A very good poem of what so many go through. Always putting on the mask and not letting others see our true feelings. Then the sen of relief that people still accept you for who you are when they see the true you. Excellent use of words.