Girl (poem)

She's the kind of girl,
who when thinks got in her way,
she'd tear them down then help them up,
to face another day.

She's the kind of girl,
who knew no harm; just fear.
Who tried to stand her common ground,
but in the end would shed a tear.

She's the kind of girl,
oblivious to the truth.
You know, that kind of silly girl,
who's trapped in her own youth.

She's the kind of girl,
who'd sit and cry in bed,
beating herself up over,
words she'd just said.

She's that perfect kind of girl,
who makes everyone's day bright.
But, how come this gorgeous girl,
can't regain her own sight?