I am the girl that you see at the coffee shop.

I am the girl that has the honey blonde hair that goes on for miles.

I am the girl that has hidden wounds from all the past torments.

I am growing older but still feel the pain of the past, weathering my heart.

I am the girl that has no room to judge another.

I am the girl that others trust to hold their thoughts tight.

I am the girl that won't let others break me down.

I am growing older and there is no room for me to be held back.