I thought, i’d be perfect with him, him and me I dreamed we’d be so in love wonderful that’d be but it won’t be so this text, tells me we were never meant to be forget it Rach, it’s just a boy but he broke my heart like it was a toy all the time I wished he noticed me i tried so hard to be his friend but every time I talked I felt such fear that I would mess up every time why try, why win seems like love is just a sin I guess I’m just not enough I’m not for him at least he says so how’d he, find out that I feel this way for him Suppose I couldn’t try to hide there’s a girl he’ll love a gentle pearl I’m just not that girl
For musical theater I had to write a monologue to the tune of a song that I am working on. The monologue has to relate to me personally. I am working on I'm not that Girl from Wicked and my monologue is about an experience I had last summer. It no longer bothers me, for the heart goes on, as does life. I like how it turned out, so I thought I might post it here. Happy reading, all!