Will I ever be anything more than that scared little girl, hiding under the bed so the monster cant get to me?
Am I ever going to be anything more than the outsider, that no one wants around?
Will I ever be more than the fat kid with braces who no one admits to being with?
Am I ever going to be important to anyone, anything more than just an accessory, a stepping stone to something better?
Am I ever going to find my time, my peace, my life.
Will I ever?