I tried so hard to be
The girl of your dreams
But honestly?
It just got to be exhausting.
Trying to be perfect —
Or at least the perfect fit.
Overextending and bending
Running myself ragged.
I molded myself into that girl
And goddamn is she hard to be.
Because that girl is always on
She’s fun and the life of any party.
She keeps it tight and is put together
Funny and charming and pleasing to see.
She catered to you like a fan
Grateful for the little crumbs you gave.
That’s a good girl, you would say.
I thought I needed to be
The kind of girl you would show off
Your little beauty queen.
And I ignored all the secrets you kept
The knowing looks you gave your friends
The way you hid your phone.
The girl of your dreams would never ask
She would never question your intentions.
The girl of your dreams would be
Nothing more than a pretty little dream.
So go and find yourself another fan
Another girl you can pretend isn’t real.
I’m not a toy
You don’t get to just play
Then drop me back to the floor.
Me? I am so, so much more
I know now that I will never be
The girl of your dreams.



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