The Girl
A poem about self-perception and identity
I always feel caught
Between two halves of myself
The peppy, happy-go-lucky girl
The emo, anxious, even sometimes depressed girl
The naive, trusting girl
The skeptic girl, always waiting for the other shoe to drop
The strong, tenacious girl
The girl who always needs to be bailed out or saved, whether she wants that or not
The eloquent, thoughtful, insightful girl
The girl who stumbles over her words and makes a fool of herself or a mess of things
The creative girl, dying to express herself
The tapped-out girl, incapable of generating meaningful ideas or content
The fun, carefree girl
The girl who takes everything seriously, sometimes too much so
The mature, grown adult girl
The hot mess of a girl who can’t get her shit together to save her life
The selfless, helpful girl
The girl who can’t even help herself, let alone anyone else
The confident girl who knows herself and her path
The girl who is scared, lost, and wandering around aimlessly
The girl who has become a woman
The girl who is still just a girl
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