I’m the girl that has everything she wants,
But nothing she needs.
I’m the girl who not long ago wished for a cure for lovesickness,
But now wants medicine for the saddening she holds within.
I’m the girl that went to a foreign place,
And felt at home.
I’m the girl who fell in love with the family she never thought about before,
But can’t seem to get them out of her head.
I’m the girl that’s losing sleep at nights,
Because the New York loneliness is incinerating.
I’m the girl that is depressed,
Under a façade of happiness.
I’m the girl who cries at the pain eating at her restless heart,
And does nothing to stop it.
I’m the girl that no one would expect,
To be influenced by the drug of tired longing.
I’m the girl that can’t stop looking at the picture that she wished she was in,
Experiencing the cool rush of the memory.
I’m the girl that is surrounded by people,
But is the one is alone.
I’m the girl that defies everyone,
with the happy shield.
I’m the girl who is known to be sincere,
But should be called liar.
I’m the girl that would give anything,
To go back to them again.
I’m the girl that should drain the ink of this pen trying to make,
Someone, anyone, somebody, anybody…


Understand.