Stuck

Sometimes it's nice to be me all of the glitz and the glamour and the money in the bank but sometimes it sucks to be me Lonley when i'm not the girl who constantly contradicts herself and whom sometimes doesn't know which way is up or down her life spins in circles and all she wants is for it to slow down when nobody is around she engulfs herself in books the sheik beauty hides out at this point the girl everyone forgot about returns not the high maintenance queen or the girl desperately trying to mask all of her insecurities No the girl that comes back In a room full of quiet is the one most closest to who I used to be The one I most closely resent yet admire it's strange how I can dig her up after she's been in her grave for years she's my worst enemy, yet my best friend and I sometimes feel Stuck in this new form of mines Stuck in this image that stabbed her twin She let the girl she used to be fade and die and the girl she is now doesn't even satisfy I wonder why?