That girl
with the auburn hair
pale skin and
butterfly tattoo;
that one patterned with
sun spots and burnt brown eyes
topped with faint baby pink lips;
          that girl is me.
That girl that’s captain of
the team and president of every club,
the one who can’t say no to anyone especially the dusty haired
boy with green eyes that loved the
girl she was,
           or at least pretended to be.
That girl is me.
That girl that was always the savior,
Wonder Woman in regular clothes,
the one that gets along with everybody because
she can’t say no to anyone especially
that boy who told her everything would be okay;
that she would be safe;
     that no one would find out.
That girl is me.

          or at least who I used to be.

Hair’s now blond
skin’s sun kissd
tattoo removed
bright red lips accenting burnt brown eyes that learned
to say no to everyone especially
the tall boy with freckles and a voice that resembled an angel’s.
No longer Wonder Woman because
everything wasn’t okay;
she wasn’t safe;
and everyone found out.
The one I used to be,
   that girl
            is no longer me.