You left a girl
Who spoke of being together
And of experiences
She was too afraid to have
Who kept her tongue in cheek
And was afraid to be looked at
With a thousand cookie-cutter friends
She smiled at everything,
But she hated her life

You came back to a girl
Who is comfortable in her own skin
And has had experiences
That make her laugh and tingle and blush
Who speaks her mind,
Her bitter mouth open in defiance
And has a thousand rude, ******* friends
Who she loves every single day.
She is one of them, and loving every minute of it.