The irony

 
I'm a lot of things
I'm just not
that girl...

I've never been pretty
Always been

The smart one
The funny one
The crazy one
Or just
The fun one

On most days
I'm okay..

with that.

Except days
I want to
be her..

Then,
it seems
absurd.

So I go back
to being
Plain old me.

The one that
sits in the corner
and writes bad
Poetry
Wondering
what it would be
like to be
That girl...

Then I laugh

Because I'm not
a girl anymore.
My life is half
Over
And I'm wasting
It sitting
Around here
Worrying about
All those other girls
who want to be me. ...

The irony. ...