do you?

<sub>Do you ever take the time to look behind the mask?

Do you see the pain behind that crooked little smile?

Do you see how broken she is?

How afraid of being alone?

She's so bouncy, so hyper.

A nutso squirrel on crack.

Always smiling.

Have you ever questioned why she wears hoodies all the time?

Do you know that she cuts herself?

Do you know that she has the word freak scarred into her skin?

Because your words damaged her so badly.

Do you know her favorite color?

Do you know why she writes those words on her hand?

Because they keep her from reaching for that razorblade again.

She doesn't believe in happy endings, or that anyone could ever love her.

She's a freak, an idiot, a loser, worthless, stupid, diseased.

She hears the whispers.

Her music isn't blasting all the time.

She can't protect herself from the words all the time.

They hit her like bullets, destroy her faster than any physical blow could.

She doesn't end it all because she wants to hope there's something more.

Even when she doesn't.

She hasn't slit her wrists yet because her friends pick her up whenever she shatters into pieces.

And put her back together again.

The friends she's never met.

Yet know more about her than those who see her every day.

That music she listens to.

The stuff you call emo and suicide causing.

It saved her life.

She hates people like that.

Who judge a band without ever listening to their music.

Listening to the lyrics, truly listening.

She can get lost in the lyrics of some songs.

They keep her going, the duct tape to her friends glue.

She wants to be your friend.

Yes, she's a freak.

Yes, she's hyper as hell.

And yeah, sometimes, she's a sarcastic bitch.

She's a music junky.

She wants her voice to be heard, but she's too much of a coward to speak up.

She doesn't know how to talk to other people.

She's too used to being on her own.

But...if you give her the chance, she'd be your friend.

If you'd just take the time to look behind her mask.

She's the person who'd be sitting next to you in jail for some stupid stunt, laughing.

She's the person who'd come if you called at ass o'clock in the morning, grumbling, but she wouldn't mean it.

She'd love you with everything she had.

But maybe not tell you those little things about herself.

Because she doesn't know how to talk about emotions and things.

Doesn't really know how to feel them, either.

But she'd be willing to learn.

She'd kick ass for you.

Hold you when you cried.

Laugh to all your stupid jokes.

She doesn't hold grudges.

She doesn't care about what you may have done to her before.

She just wants someone to see past her disguise to who she really is.

And love her for it.

And be her friend.

That's all she's ever wanted.

I know.

I am that girl.</sub>