this girl

i've got a poem somewhere,
i'm sure of it.
its banging on the door of my brain
hoping to trickle down to my fingertips
and out onto paper.
maybe it is raw
and unedited.
maybe it is revisited and revised
until none of the original shell remains.
maybe it is an open doorway into
the mind of a girl.

some say this girl has "daddy issues"
but i assure you her issues are all her own.
she craves attention,
and she is immature for it.
she wants you,
or does she want you
to want her?
she'll spin a web
about her life
until its true.
did she ever really love you?
or was it a lie
that she made herself believe

there are words
aching to get out,
scratching at the walls of my heart.
these words will form a poem.
it's about a boy
and a girl.
it always is.