everyone looks at me and
thinks i'm just the happy girl.
that one girl with the smile thats on her face 100% of the
time.
that one girl with the crazy obnoxious laugh that's on
replay;
all day long.
the one with straight A's.
the one that's booked tight with plans with all her
friends.
the one with the "cute", "perfect",
"gonna get married" relationship.
that one girl that you see with atleast 50 likes on her Facebook
picture;
and all of the great comments that she accepts.
she's confident, right?
"Oh
hey you're perf. You should be a
modelllll(:"
"LOVE THIS pretty girl"
"Natalie!
you're gorgeous!! and seriously this is perfection. I'm
jealous."
"beautifullll."
"Cute :)"
"Stop
being perfect. Love you.<3"
"you
are perfect. <3"
"Gorgeous,
of course. (:"
"Hate
you gorgeous(:"
"Omg
gorgeous natalie! Love it!!"
"jelly
over here.."
"SOO perfect Natalie"
"Oh
my gosh this is stunning. You're seriously one of the
prettiest girls I know ."
Wrong.
That
girl?
She's broken.
Torn up inside.
Although she accepts the compliments,
she looks in the mirror
and hates herself.
She cries herself to sleep.
She used to cut herself.
She was depressed; was suggested antidepressants.
She went to therapy and broke down.
She began pushing everyone away.
And still is.
She pushed away her best friends.
She doesn't even know why.
She's confused.
She doesn't know what to do.
She doesn't know if anything is worth it anymore.
She's me.