i am almost fully grown
although my soul is poorly sewn
there is not much that i own
i'm myself when i'm alone
i don't feel at home at home
in this lonely house i roam
i am not that girl
i am a whirlwind
i am a model
i am the engine
i am a throttle
i'm a magical trapped spirit
i'm a genie in a bottle
i am darkness, i am sad,
i am depressed, i am mad
but i am not that girl
that girl you once had
my innocence has run dry
my naivety is buried
over layers of affairs hurried
my brain is slightly scurried
my vision is kind of blurry
inside of the reflection
i am becoming human
lost touch with the connection
of the essence of what it meant
to be a child
i had no protection
a victim of erections
from boys that scour the internet
their mouths foaming wild
but i am not that girl
who is young and naive
and easily manipulated
i am not that girl
who is desperate
i am not that girl
who thinks she is worthless
i am a similar girl
but a different girl
i am not that girl anymore
i am
lonely
hurt
sad
broken
but i am
strong
i have a will
i am older
i am wiser
im
a little
more mature
i am slowly leaving
my past behind
because
i am not that girl anymore