I am not
who you think I am.
The girl you met
late one night at the bar
who so easily let down her guard.

I am not
the girl you spent
the night holding so tenderly.
The girl you called
so pretty, so beautiful.

I am not
who you think I am.
The girl with no defenses
has rebuilt all her fences
with steel, iron, barbed wire, voltage.

I am not
so easily bought
with pretty words, gentle kisses.
The girl who I am
would never let you in.

I am not
who you think I am.
The girl you like so much
doesn't want your touch
or anyone else's.

I am not
who you think I am.
I am independent,
fine with being alone,
taking care of myself.