Who I am, is not who I want to be.
The girl sitting behind you in class
The one you’ve never bothered to talk to
The quite one who always tries her best
The one who is always looked right through’
She’s never had it perfect
Nothing has ever been all right
Everyone just looks past her
And doesn’t see that she cries herself to sleep at night
The girl who has never had it all
The one that always tries
She tries to see the best in people
But she’s getting sick of all the lies
She is getting pushed closer and closer to the edge
Doesn’t know how much she can take
All she wanted was to be perfect
Slowly she’s starting to break
She takes the knife and puts it to her wrist
Gradually starting to slice
She’s going to make all those people who have hurt her
Pay the heavy price
She knows this is the end
She’s not who they wanted her to be
But what you don’t understand,
Is that this girl is me.






