Yes

I am that girl

who thought she was everybody

through her infinity scarves and trending combat boots

but really in combat with her inner emotions

the conflicting feelings she thinks no one can comprehend

not even herself

so she slowly loses herself slowly

whilting away like every fall leaf

crumbling like every destroyed building

hearing only but the whispers of her own thoughts

seeing only shadows that blur every move

her confused thoughts only growing

contaminating her body

the body that is sacred 

but she never realized what sarcred meant 

until

whsipers ended

words came to a hault

and new life was reborn

but 

she's still that girl

wearing infinity scarves and combat boots

no longer in combat with her inner feelings

and no contaminants but confidence 

yes

I am that girl