you want the truth?
i
cry. yes, believe it.
i'm not that all-together girl
everyone thinks i am.
i don't even know how
many times
i've felt like breaking
down.
a complete m
e l t d o w n.
but nobody knows.
because, unlike every
t e e n a g
e d r a m a q
u e e n ,
i hide
it.
i lock my bedroom door.
turn on the music.
fall into my bed.
and let that first
t e a r d r o
p
slowly slide down my cheek
and slip onto the pillow.
