THIS GIRL IS NOT ME

This girl sitting quietly, looking down at her book with a pen in her hand.

This girl is not me.

An hour ago , there was a girl BLASTING "I knew you were trouble" from her speakers at the loudest possible volume.

Wildly dancing like a lunatic.

Shouting the lyrics at the mirror.

Her head moving fast with the beats.

Holding the bed support and dancing with her hair messed up and everywhere.

Dancing, jumping, dancing, jumping.

That Girl is me.

THAT GIRL. IS ME.

Not this. 

I don't know this person. 

And she will never be me.

~~Insane Little Brunette. Own Your Insane.