Who is this girl staring back at me?

Who is this girl staring back at me?

Who is this girl staring back at me?
Is she kind is she sweet?
Is she who the world wants her to be?
Who is that girl that they talk about in school?
Why does she stand out?
Why can't she fit in?
No, that's right, she doesn’t want attention.
'I don't follow crowds I make my own!'
The words she repeats on her walks home.
Hearing the cold words of reality,
bring her to tears, her greatest fears.
And she denies actuality.
'Why’ She cries in her room to her cat.
‘Why can't the world accept me for who I am?'
The cat meows and she meows back,
a language she knows but doesn't understand.
Where am I going, which path do I take?
The world is spinning; oh please don't be too late!
My father always says ‘Hit the ground running or just hit the ground.'
And I've only managed to leave my blood on the same spot from my constant fall.
Why is life so confusing?
Why does pain hurt so much?
So many questions, but not all can be answered.
I'm lost helplessly lost as a mere fifteen year old girl.
Who is this girl staring back at me?
Is she kind, is she sweet?
Is she who the world wants her to be?....