I used to be that girl,
In the t-shirt and the jeans
That everybody loved,
Towards that life,
I’d always leaned.
But then it changed,
Slightly at first.
More and more,
‘till I thought I would burst.
I’m happy now,
I really am.
I’m just not as happy
As I might have been.
Sometimes I have to wonder,
Is this really me?
Is that I want,
Or who my friends want me to be?
In the dark of night
I lie awake,
Dreaming about my life.
I fantasize
It puts me to sleep.
Dreaming of something else,
Is my lullaby.
I told my friend once
About my late night dreams.
I asked her if she did it too.
She said,
“I don’t.”
And I asked why.
She said,
“Because I’m happy with my life.”
That fact brings me to question
The choices I have made.
Especially the one I ponder-
Putting up this hard façade.
Sometimes those fantasies,
When I fall asleep,
Aren’t about future events.
Sometimes those fantasies
Take place in the comfort of past-tense.
And once more, that brings me to wonder,
Is this really me,
Or is that other girl who I’m supposed to be?
