You know that girl that you see walking down mainstreet?
   

Maybe she's the girl who spent the first four tender years of her life in a trasy apartment, with neighbors that would throw sand and rock at her.

Maybe she's the girl that was torn from her drug attidict, knocked up home when she was just barely old enough to form complete sentences, and would cry herself to sleep to the sounds of breaking glass and the screaming of her parents.

Maybe she's the girl who tried to make friends with the most popular girl in the whoooooole first grade. Or the one who got excepted and got trashed behind her back. Or was dragged into something and then blamed resulting in suspention.

Maybe she's the girl who got cought kissing another girl behind the school building in the third grade, emotionaly scarring her intill the fifth grade.

Maybe she's the girl that had a teacher in the fourth grade that would scream bloody murder at them and say they were useless, with all the special needs half of the class needed.

Maybe she's the girl that fell vitaly in love in the fifth grade and she paid for all of his needs, she served him like a master. She was finaly excepted as a FRIEND for a CLUB she joined, and only for that.

Maybe she's the girl who was ridicueled, laughed at, and treated like dirt just. Because. She loved him.

Maybe she's the girl who got info'd in by one of the popular girls on a trick that guy was going to do. The popular girl only told her because that girl farewarned her about a break up.

Maybe she's the girl who wrote her own will and planned several suicides for herself.

Maybe she's the girl who has been sexualy harrassed for MONTHS by one older than she. And no one even gave a damn or tried to help.

Maybe she's the girl that gets slapped so damned hard by her mother that she blacks out, and a father that works 24/7 and when she does see him, she gets screamed at, and her mother gets drunk every other night.

Maybe she's the girl who is finaly okay with her weight, first time in years, but becomes more and more disgusted with herself every day, and is battling the first stages of annorexia.

Maybe she's the girl who has to buy endless amouts of foundation, not for her face, but for her arms to cover up the cuts and scars so she doesn't have to go into a mental hospital.

Maybe she's the girl who will stay up to countless hours in the morning watching RENT, and listening to the songs that would make her believe all the things she tells herself.

Maybe she's the girl who denied ever being bisexual because she knew she would be disowned.

Maybe she's the girl that the only thing holding her onto even bisexuality is her boyfriend, whom she loves dearly.

Maybe that girl is one of those things,
Maybe she is all,
If she's all you can rightfully call her me.