I am that girl without a voice

Hair ever-changing like the friends she used to have

A heart-breaker

A self-harmer

A liar to herself and to others around her

I am that girl who finally let go

She's not much better than the other girl was before

But she's tough as nails

She can handle herself

She's a lover

A singer

She can cuss like a sailor 

or tell you a story so beautiful that it'll make you cry

Sometimes it's hard for her to forget the person she used to be

But she gets by

She's me