I'm Just a Girl

I’m just a girl who wants to be loved I’m just a girl who wants to be beautiful To have a boy tell others I’m his girl I’m just a girl who struggles to be good To not slit her wrists, to not steal what isn’t nailed down To get stoned and not get smashed I’m just a girl who’s found a boy I’m just a girl afraid to death of losing him I’m just a girl who doesn’t think she’s pretty And won’t leave the phone ‘till he’s called back I’m just a girl who struggles to say something deep Something remotely meaningful to fill a silence Something not silly, stupid, or blonde. In the end, it’s each of us against our own demons Fighting our addictions, our nightmares, our secrets, our fears and our sins I’m insignificant and my thoughts are expressed on composition paper Nothing more My dreams can’t fly on broken wings They won’t heal surrounded by insecurities, hesitation, and confusion I’m just a girl who stutters because she’s afraid to sound brainless I’m just a girl who’s shy and reserved because I’m no Helen of Troy I launched a thousand ships in the other direction I’m just a girl who worries because he doesn’t return a phone call right away And soon begins to wonder if she’s done something wrong or if he stopped caring I’m just a girl who can’t say this aloud I’m just a girl who’s scared to death I’m just a girl who talks to him for thirty seconds and the world is bliss once more.