When she puts on her powder blue skirt
That drifts on the breeze like flower petals
She feels a little bit like Alice
Wandering but not quite lost through Wonderland
And if she hides her green eyes behind pink glasses
Cat eyes dark enough to hide where she's looking
She feels a little bit like Weetzie
Too strange for people to notice she's not quite beautiful
And if she wraps her arms in the woolen grey cardigan
Not quite long enough for her to nervously tug at the sleeves
She feels a little bit like Luna
Strong enough to be caring without getting hurt
She isn't quite sure how to be herself yet
So she takes bits and pieces of other girls
Stronger, lovelier, more confident than her
And sifts through them
Like racks of pretty dresses or lipstick colors or sunglasses
and tries to figure out who she really is.