I look away,

But the lost girl inside

is telling me to speak up.

 

I mumble an answer

But the lost girl inside

is telling me to yell.

 

I walk with my head down,

But the lost girl inside

wants to stand proud.

 

I don't raise my hand

But the lost girl inside

is yelling, "Pick me!"

 

You look at me, I look down

But the lost girl inside

wants to meet your gaze.

 

"When are you going to stop pretending?"

You know who I truly am.

 

I almost pipe up,

With a sarcastic remark

That the lost girl would have said.

 

As the lost girl begins to take control once more,

I shove away the girl deep down,

And shake my head and run away.

 

But secretly, the lost girl inside

Asks me the same question

you just asked.