3:38 a.m.

At three in the morning, I think about Who I Am. From a far distance, You would automatically Assume, I'm a girl. A girl with brown hair, A girl with oversized breasts, Yet, a mediocre ass. A girl who should probably lay off The chocolate cake. A girl who spends a little too Much time on Tumblr, Rather than in reality. But, When you take a couple Steps closer, From a short distance, I become a different person. I become a girl who's father was deported. I become a girl without a home. I become a girl living in a motel. I become a girl without transportation. I become a girl who's mom Is too busy fooling around With her boss, Than to pay attention to her own Children. I become the girl who ditches school. I become the girl who went from straight "A's," To straight "F's." I become the girl who's lazy. I become the girl who's selfish. I become the girl who carves my skin with a razor blade because for some reason I think it eases the pain in my heart. I become the girl with Depression. I become the girl with Anxiety. I become the girl with Panic attacks. I become the girl with ADHD. I become the girl with ODD. I become the girl who's mother won't allow medicine or therapy because she "doesn't believe in depression." I become the girl who was put in a mental hospital for trying to escape this never-ending nightmare i'm forced to call life. I become the girl who's a coward. I become the girl who's pathetic. I become the girl who's seeking attention. I become the girl who's too Soft. I become the girl who everyone worries about drowning, But leaves me in the pool when I Don't Know how To swim. I become the girl who shouldn't be depressed about her own problems because someone Else has it So Much Worse. I become the girl who is left alone with my thoughts Because My depression hindered him. I become the girl who drinks to forget what his name is. I become the girl who confuses Lust for love. I become the girl who went from prude, To Fucking on the first date. I become the girl who you wake up next to in morning, with an empty bottle of Vodka On your nightstand, And not being able To remember my name. I become the girl who doesn't understand why Happiness Doesn't Exist. I become the girl Laying in bed, At 3:38 in the morning, Trying to figure out Who I Am.