What Makes Me a Girl

By: Lindsay Campbell

When the night blankets the sky, I lay in bed I overthink everything; thoughts bounce inside my head like a pinball machine.

My spirit resides in my phone, as I glimpse into my life and other’s in a different viewpoint.

My checks have been overwhelmed with smiles, yet they have felt the presence of thick tears.

No how many times I tell myself I deserve someone better, my heart still yearns for the person who I know is not good for me.

I’m in love with the idea of love.

I smile when I see people genuinely laugh, exploding into loud sounds of guffaws.

I have convinced myself that I don’t care what other people think, but buried deep inside my heart knows the truth.

I refuse to tell people how I feel, but spend hours showing my iPod songs that explain how I do feel.

I yearn for compliments, yet blush of embarrassment when I receive them.

I lose way too many battles with myself. But I always win the war.  

I say “I’m fine” more times I can count, whether it’s the truth or not.

Sometimes I’m too emotional, and I beat myself up for that. 

My brightest smile is when I haven’t seen the mirror in days.

All of this is what makes me a girl.