I never was "That girl". You know the one. The girl with the perfect hair & make-up, never left undone.
I never was "That girl". That one, over there. The one asked to all the dances & queen of the county fair.
I never was "That girl". The one sitting there. With her perfect dress & her perfect laugh. A man waiting in every chair.
No, I was always "That girl". You know the one. Hair up in a ponytail, makeup...next to none.
I was always "That girl". That one, over there. Just one of the guys, the Tom boy, never any flare.
I was always "That girl". The one sitting there. With her awkward dress & her awkward laugh. No one waiting. They were all unaware...
Of...
THIS girl. You know the one. The girl who was hiding. Waiting, for her moment in the sun.
THIS girl. The one right here. With a huge heart and sharp mind. She knows no fear.
THIS girl. The one standing here. Who is loyal to a fault, bearing her soul but standing tall. I, yes, I am fierce.