I may not be the girl you want to be.

Who has lots of excuses for your every action.

Who will love you like the only mother you know.

Who will smile,

so pleasant to see from near and far.

But I’m still that girl.

Who has a million emotions expressed on her face.

Who can easily be jealous of what she doesn’t have.

Who can turn from the happiest to the saddest in one phone call.

And I will always be that girl.

Who wanted to be noticed.

Who also can’t easily say what she wants.

Only when she loses you.