The Girl Unraveled is a Road Less Traveled
Cheap
Hollow
Somehow broken
Yet still fragile
I put on an air
For all to see
Yet box and stow
The Genuine me
The genuine me IS the road less traveled
Less friendly, less socialized
Slightly unraveled
Like a rug who's edges have tattered and frayed
I'm an old soul who's seemingly stuck in her ways.
I'm a seasoned pro at blocking emotions
More or less immune to the most powerful of potions.
I'd rather be inside with a book
Than go out and party
That's just not my thing
My social appetite isn't that hearty.
But I still take the "selfies"
and blog on my tumblr
Because I'm still a girl
With motives assunder.
I don't want to be forgotten
With feelings left out
But I don't need attention
By scream or by shout.
So throw me a glance
And maybe you'll see
My unguarded heart,
My Unfiltered Me