that's me.

see that girl carefully perched on a fence?
that's me.
see that girl with tears streaming down her face?
that's me.
see that girl who is caught up in a thousand different things,
being pulled in a thousand different directions?
that's me.
see that girl who feels like her heart is being ripped
directly in half?
that's me.
see that girl who sits, patiently, just listening?
that's me.
see that girl who feels like she's lost her voice?
that's me.
now why is it i dream of being anyone except me?