Who's That Girl?

Your walking through the hallway,
On your first day.
I can hear you breathe,
Though your so far away.
I see you point to my back and say,
Who's that girl who uses her smile,
to mask the sorrow she feels?
Who's that girl who's eyes show torture,
from far too many years?
Who's that girl who's heart is black,
from far too many tears?
Who's that girl who feels lost, empty, and alone?
Who's that girl with a soul,
longing to be free?
The one where the grass she steps on,
springs back to life.
Who's that girl who's skin is covered in scars,
though no one can see them?
Who's that girl who smiles,
but her smile never reaches her eyes?
Who's that girl who plays with fire,
but never gets burned?
Who's that girl with the gift of magic,
and knowlage beyond her years?
Who's that girl who sings,
but never speaks,
and cries,
but her eyes never leak?
Who's that girl who can hear me breathe?
I smile slightly, stand up and say,
That's Me.