I Am

By LoveIsCruel

I am the girl hurting

In love with one far away

The one always crying

The one prone to temper tantrums

I am


The one in the bathroom, crying

The one with the face crippled; the one in love

It's not right for a teen to feel this hurt

As if her mother died

I am


The one no one understands

The one always screaming

The one with tears streaming down her face

The one with her books clutched tightly to her chest

I am


The one always reading

The one whose books are tear-stained

The one slamming doors as she runs away from her troubles

But they always find her anyway

I am


The one who's broken beyond repair

The one three kids are always comforting

The one shattered countless times

The single one; the sensitive one

I am