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Why would I want to have skin orange as Wotsits. And lips that look like bubblegum balls. Why would I want to have bleached blonde hair. And nails as long as the River Thames.
Life is a short trip, But a long journey. Who I was, Who I try to be, Isn't what they want. They need a robot, To follow commands, And not question the consequence. That will never be me.
I was shopping at the thrift store, and I found the perfect shoes. I tried them on and loved them. My friend said to me "those make you look way more punk." . I froze, was punk a style now.
you say I've changed, you don't like me this way, but I've been me all along, trying not to burst out, into a angry loud song, you say I've changed, I'm not like the old Katie, you say I've...
Alway on the outside. Looking in. Never feeling comfortable. Not even in my own shell. Nobody listens. And nobody cares. Life passing by. Like a tumbleweed in a ghost town. No friends to speak of.
A new opinion every day Only saying what people want you to say A fickle soul no substance, stop Doing everything you can to stay on top Kissing him and tapping that Swinging like a social...
Two little girls played quite differently, As one was quiet, reserved, The other balshy. The bruises were hidden under jumpers pulled down, While the girls looked at each other with disgusted frowns.
Ok. so this is who I am, Not who I am not. I,m not Will-I am, I'm not Jessie J, I'm not bisexual, And I'm not Gay.
My face is like a mask, It hides me from the truth, It can let me be somebody else, Somebody harsh, cruel, uncouth.
These girls run around in crop tops and booty shorts. That's just not me. These girls try their hardest to get with the boys best at sports. That's just not me.
You tell me where to go Who to see What to do I'm weird Obnoxious Stupid Annoying Over sensitive But that's just me I do try to grow up just a little bit So why do you care.
My name is Rou, but to those all around me, my name was Rou.
Now as far as my understanding goes, we’re all made of the same essential bits and bobs, so by default no-one should be better than anyone purely on status or reputation, right. NO.
Everybody is everybody no matter what people say. People can try and be like you if they want to be but even if they try they will never succeed.
They want perfection. They don't want me. I am not what they want. I am not perfect. The world wants perfect. I am unaccepted. I am unlikable. I am unprotected from their attacks. Their name calling.