Blue Converse

I see a girl.
She is a girl who wears Converse.
She strides with ease,
And laughs of joy.
She's energetic and happy.
Her brown hair resting jut above her shoulders.
Chic, yet funky fabrics
Encompass her tiny athletic frame.
Wandering between friends of all types.
She is a girl that walks
And talks
And laughs
With honesty...
From where I see her.

I see a girl.
She is a girl who wears Converse.
She walks between groups
Trying to find which one
Which people
Which clothes
She belongs to.
She is nice to all,
But only pretending.
Laughing jubilantly
Talking loudly
And walking
On lies.
Who is this girl?

This girl is me.
The one who wears bright blue Converse
And a blind fold.