She is the girl that doesn’t fit in. She is the girl that’s always judged. She is the girl that’s never understood. She is the girl that’s hunted by demons when left alone. She is the girl that was loved too little, felt left out, hurt too often, cared for too softly. She is the girl that’s often lost is memories and thoughts. She is the girl that either floats or drowns.

Give her a match and she lights on fire. Give her a spark and she becomes the flame. Give her a drop and she swims in water. Give her fireworks and the melts away.

She is the girl that’s always quiet or talks too much. She is the girl that can bring a smile too your face. She is the girl that isn’t scared to stand out. She is the girl that can light up a room. She is the girl that loves too much, feels too much, hurts too much, cares too much. She is the girl that’s often lost is memories and thoughts. She is the girl that either floats or drowns.

Give her a feather and she flies away. Give her a pebble and she stays grounded. Give her a flower and she blooms. Give her a voice and she sings.

Give her affection and she glows.

She is me.