Who is she?
She is the girl who sits in the corner of the room with an old paperback cover book and her earphones in, ready to ignore the world.
She will smile politely and make small conversation, but will immediately leave the group to be by herself.
She will never turn anyone in need away, but will often turn away when she needs it most.
She is a flutter of smiles and laughs, of tears and heartache.
She tries her best to please those around her, but will be left out in the process.
She loves her mother, but has unresolved issues with her father.
She loves to sing and music is her best friend.
Her real best friend is a must have and her "best friend" must've gotten bored with her.
She has way too many family members and will love them forever.
She doesn't have too many friends, but they are true.
She gets jealous and starts to shake.
She has a serious case of word ***** that always manages to say what she wished she didn't.
She is sorry.
Her mind is constantly veering to places of happiness and him and she will often end up staring at people awkwardly.
She has a sincere heart that never means wrong, no matter what she screws up.

She loves being herself, even if it is a little fake.
So ask me again, who is she?, and I will reply.
She is me.