What Makes Me a Girl

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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.  

 

 

 

 

 

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