Who is me

She wants to escape 
she has nowhere to run 
she wonders if theres a place that would be any fun

She sits, she writes
hoping to be free 
as all of her words are 
clumped together of her insecurities

Not seen is the girl, 
socially caged.
Seen is the girl,
who is sometimes smiling
See the girl,
who is sometimes hiding
behind the girl you see sometimes smiling

Her heart dreams of many things
That they will never call reality
She is not the girl, she is the woman

Who is me.