Living in a bubble.
Unaware.
Laughing at everything,
Singing every chance she gets.
Handles things nicely,
But cracks under pressure.
Loves music.
But usually she's her own audience.
No one believes in her,
For her dreams aren't easy to reach.
She's not the best.
She's not the worst.
She isn't right.
She isn't wrong.
She isn't pretty.
She isn't ugly.
She's more than meets the eye.
She's concussion prone,
And she likes to run.
She couldn't cook if her life depended on it.
Fear doesn't knock her down,
But it shakes her.
She hasn't a clue what to do,
If accidents occur,
But she is me,
And I am her.