Imagine

Imagine
A girl who loves to laugh
That likes adventures
who plays games

Imagine
A girl alone
While she talks to her friends about “things”
As she sits there in silence waiting for her
Knowing it won’t come

Imagine
A girl who is just confused
Who likes to follow girls
Who has no way of telling her mom

Imagine
A girl who just wants to be held
And follows people around, hoping for the attention
Doing tricks hoping for a little touch

Imagine
A girl that realizes she’s loosing it all
Everyday she comes home
And the only comfort that comes is a kitchen knife

Imagine
A girl that can grip reality
Who wishes her life was worse
So she would have a reason to be sad

Imagine
A girl who doesn’t eat because she’s afraid of being “not good enough”
Who won’t sleep because she’s afraid that she’ll miss something
Who can’t seem to keep it together

Imagine
A girl who can speak her mind
Until they ask her about herself
Because she’s afraid of being rejected

Imagine
That girl
Is me.