The Girl

You might say I am crazy
Obsessive, insane
But I'm just a girl
With an American name

I try to be nice
Make everything right
But in my head
There is a fight

Am I too clingy? 
Did I text too much? 
They say less is more
Wait, am I a bore? 

I am not perfect
Inside and out
How can I keep myself
From thinking aloud? 

I don't want to get older
It feels like a race
I am scared to see
The first lines on my face

Did I take a good selfie? 
Is the lighting ok? 
When will these bad thoughts
Ever go away? 

I wish you were here
To make me feel better
But I don't even know
If you'll read my letter

Misunderstandings 
Can go a long way
I never know
Quite what to say

I may be clueless
Confused and unsure
But there is one thing 
I know for sure

So tell me how can I
Make you understand
I only need you, Darling
To take my hand! 

And if you ever 
Feel lost in the crowd
I hope you think of the girl
I just told you about
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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