Behind the closed doors hides a little girl

She seems afraid and confused

She seems scared and alone

She seems weak and luckless

She seems odd and unwanted

She seems ugly and depressed

She seems troubled and stupid

What they don’t know is what she really is

She is strong and frail

She is generous and envious

She is courageous and terrified

She is humble and wanting

She is deprived and revived

She is a strong bias of words and splattered paint

She is misleading and can confuse any mortal with her smile

I am that girl

I have been poorly judged and underestimated

You can say what you want about me

But I will say this to you and everyone else

Like the great Tupac Shakur once said,

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a fuck.”