I am the girl with a smile on her face but tears in her eyes;
the good kind or maybe not,
I am the girl who goofs around just to make others laugh so that I may too;
I am the girl with the pleasant persona that has been drummed into me, or I’m I?
I am the lady who crosses her t’s and dots her I’s, do I really?
I am the one on the inside trying to make a run for it.
The one longing to be free.
The one who sees more than she probably should,
yet isn’t seen.
They look but they don’t see.
They hear but don’t listen.
I am the girl who is picture perfect.
Or l’m I?