I was never the dark girl,
but the dark girl was always me.
I couldn’t get away from her shadow
even if I’d crossed the street.
Her whole universe was just like her
and if I squinted, I still couldn’t see.
One day, I got my eyes checked.
My mom was there too.
In all reality, I think my mind was wrecked
and that should get checked too.
they gave me glasses
and a red lollipop too.
Then I saw that dark girl again-
In the eyes of someone I once knew.
He was laughing and pointing,
and at whatever it was it didn’t seem cool.
I threw my glasses in the trash,
I never needed them in the first place.
And I could never win anything if I tried-
I learned that in the first race.
That dark girl was getting heavy,
and developing a mind of her own.
Her insecurities where beginning to make their grand entrance
and her anger became my throne.
The dark girl was amongst a very select few,
very different from most.
Because the dark girl was never a stranger or a ghost,
but just my world’s smallest dose.
It was me.