That one thing being the persona I put on around people.  I'm the girl who will sink into the plastic depths of her chair if she has anyone behind her until she's practically gone. Who will change in front of the window with the shades open and laugh like she's gotten away with murder. Who trips up the stairs and falls over her own two feet. Who'll show up to school as sick as a dog just to get one glimpse of his perfect face and skip three days to get out of a class presentation. I'm that girl who swears like a sailor and lies like a polotician. Who blames the world for a bad hair day and curses the gods at the sight of a zit. Who is one of the very few people in the world that falls for personalities and finds looks a plus. Who makes a joke out of everything to avoid the pain. I'm the girl who will pick on my siblings for hours and threaten to kill a bully that touches one hair on their heads. Who will look out the window after finishing writing something and exclaim "Whoa, is that the sun already?" Who will stand up for whatever she believes in and shout her opinions at a crowd of strangers.
I have a past for the world to see,
and a present that's a mystery.

I wrote this a little while ago. =)  Thought maybe someone else would be able to relate to it as well.