Sitting in this room

The cool blackness cannot light the way.

I look at the girl sitting next to me.

Messy hair covers her eyes slightly.

She has all of the “wrong” clothes

and the “wrong” view of life,

But she can't help but be that girl.

Her friends are all true

with dreams of their own.

Why can't she notice them?

Her eyes close to the world

while she sits and daydreams,

Completely oblivious of me watching her.

Humming while she waits for the sun to come up.

The clock ticks loudly in the quiet room

I stand up trying to come alive again

I look over to where the girl was sitting

but she is gone and I only see myself.

Simple and bright in a mirror.

It was only my reflection.

“Stop pretending you aren't the person you are.”