I am just that funny little girl,
who has always made you laugh;
the one who was always there for you
when your world was torn in half.
I am that girl,
who always seems to smile,
so you never knew what was wrong;
or maybe you did, and were just in denial.
You see me. That girl,
with her world spiraling down.
Yet, you still do not ask about her
when you see her secret frown.
I am that girl,
with a joke to make your day,
but when at home, all alone,
I'm so depressed. Why won't this go away?
So keep telling me your problems,
and don't ask me mine.
Just keep on thinking
that I'm always fine.
Yes, I am that girl.
That will always care,
and if there is someone who cares,
I can't seem to find them anywhere.