Where's Miley?
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Hannah Montana? I didn't think so.
Summary: And you hate that wig, but not as much as everyone you know hates the girl underneath it. Miley-centric.
A/N: So, I hope this is still 'Miley-ish' but I really wanted to write it because it's been in my head forever! Please enjoy!
You finish adjusting your blond wig and you stare at your face in the mirror.
'Where's Miley?' You ask yourself inside your head, holding back the tears that would give anything to flow down your cheeks at this very moment.
'She's gone.' another voice in your head says.
Oh, you wish.
Hannah has done so much more, has done so much better.
Miley just depends on Hannah to make her feel different.
To make her feel special.
You want to feel special for Miley, but you just can't.
She's just plain old 'Miley'.
Never going to get any special attention for that.
And you hate that wig, but not as much as everyone you know hates the girl underneath it.
You don't know why people hate Miley, maybe it's something to do with the fact that she's nothing special.
Just a waiste of space and a waste of time.
But Hannah, Hannah is who you want to be.
Who you need to be.
Because everyone loves her, and all she has to do is move her mouth to the words and let the sounds go through her lips while dancing along to the music.
Nothing too hard, but people love her for it.
The only problem is that you're not Hannah, you're Miley, and she's not getting any credit for her hard work.
Miley deserves to be showered in praises.
But instead, it all goes to Hannah, because you had to make it that way.
Pathetic, really.
So all you can do as Miley is cry yourself to sleep, because, honestly, that's the only thing that that part of you is good at.
And you've become Hannah almost all the time, only taking the wig off to fall asleep, sobbing the night away.
Oh how much you hate that wig.
But not as much as you hate the girl underneath it.
- Ema