I'm "that girl".
The one that everyone wants to be.
All the parents point at me.
I have the great grades.
Looks like I've got it all made.
I'm blonde and blue-eyed.
I never have to run and hide.
I laugh, dance,
And own the world as I prance.
But let me tell you something...
Perfection doesn't exist.
The troubles of this world persist.
Don't look at me and see the beauty.
Look for the subtlety.
See the scars,
And the torn paths across my heart.
Within a fire there is an ember.
Find it and create your own flame.
Learn how to channel your pain.
Mask the fear,
And love the ones you hold dear.
Make something of your life.
And through all the strife,
Don't let yourself become "that girl".