Sometimes...

I cry because people have so much more faith in me than I have in myself. 

I think they're right and I can turn it around. 

I think they're wrong and wonder how I've fooled them all. 

I just want to be a girl. 

I just want to be pretty. 

It makes me cry when strangers buy my coffee in the morning for no reason. 

I worry that when I get to the end of my rope that all I will find is a noose.