One Of Them

I don't want to look at the truth even though it is in my face staring me in the eyes. Instead of seeing it as it is, I choose to remain nieve. So, I just look the other way, hoping that maybe the truth will go away. Or possibly even blossum into this fantasy that seems to be alive somewhere in my brain. I would always look around at all of the other girls who chose to remain nieve and oh how stupid I thought they were. Now I don't see them that way at all. I can finally see them as they are. I can finally understand them. I am one of them.