I am not the girl who you chase after,
Not the one who you call when you are drunk to tell her how much you missed her.
I am one of those girls who stay up late to complete their assignments,
I am a dreamer, an outcast.
I strive until I break.
I can't sleep with you only for a night,
I yearn for love
I am one of those ones who dream about love every single night before they go to sleep.
I am one of those loners who write in their diary and cry over the death of a fictional character of a novel.
I am not one of those girls who you show off to your friends,
But I am the one who comforts you when you got no one.
You don't look for me in a crowd,
You come to when you are lonely.
I am not one of those who manage to move on after heartbreaks,
I hurt myself until I can't feel anymore.
I am not a happy soul, not someone who will cheer you up,
I remind you of sadness, my dark circles and my messy hair make me who I am.
I am not found in a garden of beautiful flowers
I am found in old dusty corners of an abandoned library.
I am deep and grim,
Yet you find solace in me.
I am your rescue,
Yet, I am your last option. -Priyanka (couldn't write anything so wrote something about myself)