There sits the girl-

Waiting, waiting, waiting,

For a simple gesture,

if not a grand gesture.

There sits the girl-

Waiting, waiting, waiting,

To yell,

If not scream her lungs out.

There sits the girl-

Quietly letting her feelings,

but not to a soul in sight.

Creative, funny, and amazingly awkward.

She is all.

But nobody knows she has insecurities.

She is pretty and kind,

but has never been kissed

She is ferocious, yet timid.

She is loud, yet quiet.

She is brave, yet a coward.

She is me. I am she.

I can't let my emotions out.

Why?

Weakness.

Delicate.

Overly me.