TO PD

struggling to be free,

that's the difference between you and me,

you're standing there flipping your golden hair,

I pretend like I don't care,

you know who you are,

so does everyone else,

all I know is that i'm a star,

it's like every moment from my past always leaves a scar,

your dark eyes,

your sweet little I-don't-want-to-hurt-your-feelings-lies,

my disappoint masked with a smile in disguise,

then all of a sudden time flies,

your little smile and polite wave,

it makes me feel like i'm melting away,

i'm the nearly invisible girl,

then I feel like I might need to hurl,