But that doesn't mean I want to be.

_{“I really shouldn’t be smoking these death sticks huh? Whatever. Just another item to add to my image"} 

_{She pushed the play button on his ipod and made her way down the dimly lighted street, boots splashing in the small puddle left by the early morning rain. Singing along quietly to the song that played.  She bobbed her head along with the soft beat of the music. "If only everyone could understand me like Marina understands me.” The young girl took the cigarette from her mouth and smashed it into ground with her foot. Smoke is only pretty momentary. It disperses and much like beauty, it is incapable of staying in the same form for a long period. Outer images are only facades. Masks we must wear to be seen with worth.} 

_{The girl that is looked over because of appearances. Always dropped in favor of those pretty and polite. No one ever bothers to try and find out what’s inside. No one care enough. I am that girl, but heres the thing: I never wanted to be that girl.}