Am I the girl you can always count on?
Am I the girl that hangs the moon?
Am I the girl that makes you weak in the knees, or am I the girl who left too soon?
Am I the one that haunts your dreams?
Am I the one that never hears your screams?
Who am I?
I wonder this daily.
In your 20s it’s hard to really say you know,
but once in awhile the questions drown you so.