All joking aside, I am a girl worth knowing.
As many times as I’ve been teased, I don’t finish with bowing.
If anybody can’t see the real me, then they need to get a clue.
This girl isn’t waiting around for people to give her what’s due.
As I walk along, I sometimes don’t know what life will deal me.
I feel lost, alone, and no one can see.
I feel scared and wish for someone to take look.
But how can someone be there when they don’t choose to put their noses into this book?
My face must not show the struggle deep within.
For I know most don’t know what goes on beneath the thin layer of skin.
I have never let this intertwine.
Most I can’t tell what goes on inside this heart of mine.
The strain to be what is expected is sometimes too much.
I wish to not be the one who must endure such.
But I know those I can count on.
Those friends of mine that have a shoulder I can lean upon.
But when will the one for me make an appearance?
How hard can it be for him to use perserverance?
When can I have the love so many have sought?
When will the man of my dreams be caught?