Lost girl

The following text is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. :)

I'll be whoever you want me to be. I'll be the joker or the bimbette, the conversationalist or the listener, the poet or the fashionista, the dork or the diva. What's your choice? But if you dig deep under the masks you might find the lonely, lost girl. The cheeks streaked with tears you forgot to wipe, the smile that no longer dazzles.

I'm loved, I know I am.

I stare at the wall, I zone out. I breathe, I fidget. I roll over the bed and sleep. Tomorrow, another day, another mask to wear. I'll be whoever you want me to be.

xxx