I’m not the girl I used to be,
I’m no longer pathetic little me.
I no longer walk the streets alone,
Wishing I had a hand to hold.
I no longer cry at every little thing,
Wasting my tears on those girls who called me weird.
I no longer wish I could fit in,
Hiding my flaws behind my sealed shut doors.
I no longer chase after the wrong boys,
Begging them to like me, even if it’s all a joke.
I no longer spend my whole night,
Thinking how I can win over the girls sitting to my right.
I no longer change every little thing,
So I would be approved by everyone I knew.
I no longer follow the girls in my school,
Like a little puppy on a tight leash.
And that’s only what I merely wish,
Because somehow I know,
I’ll always be pathetic little me.