I am the girl with the look
Beautiful -thin- perfect to the camera
Dreading every meal as if it's horrific
Excusing myself politely to avoid it.
I am the boy in the back of the class
Darkened eyes with a face you can't read
You see me every single day
But no one cared enough to remember my name
I am the girl on the sidewalk sitting down
Torn jeans and worn shoes ratty hair
I don't know what you think when you see me
You just continued to pass me everyday
I am the stuffed teddy bear
Held tightly in your arms
The one that you dry your tears with
When everything goes wrong
I am a passing stranger
A smile or a frown
A memory or moment
Neither here or there
I am whatever you want me to be
If you want me to dance, I'll even sing
I am not myself, I haven't been for a long time
I pretended to be what everyone wanted me to be
And now I can't remember who I used to be
So now I am whatever you want me to be
If you want me to be your angel
My back will grow wings
If you want me to be your enemy
Well please place the gun in my hand
If you want me to be your friend
I'll hold you and tell you how wonderful you are.
