She and I

She hides her black thoughts with coloured tees
She covers her lack of confidence with meaningless words and troubled sarcasm
Her lefthand fingertips tingle when she feels alone

But no one believes this girl is me

I'm the girl with the crazy tees and too-loud laughter
The girl who talks about nothing and rolls her eyes with a smile
I'm the girl who squeezes her lefthand every so often

I'm the girl you won't know