Butterflies Flutter Round In My Tummy,
Tickling My Skipping Heart

You Again?
How Can You Bare To Come Through My Door?
The Key Isn't Underneath The Mat Meaning,
*You Aren't Welcome Here Anymore

Am I Defined By A Grade Circled In Red,
Or Am I Defined By The Teacher Which Gave It?

Am I Defined By The Rumors Which Cling To My Name,
Or Am I Defined By My Peers Who Spread Them?

Am I Defined By The Words Of Corrupted Beings,
Or The Feelings In Which They Half-Heartedly Dwell?

I Want To Define Myself--Someday Soon,
I Don't Want To Be The Girl Who,

Said This,
Wore This,
Did This

I Don't Want To Be The Girl Who,

Liked Him,
Then Loved  Him,
Then She Was The One Who Lost

I Don't Want To Be The Girl,

So Many People Say I Am,

I Want To Be

*Sydney