1 May 2012
All the other girls, Spend hours on their curls, Talking about guys, Spreading twisted lies.
And all the other boys, Treat the girls like toys, Expected to be a tool, Because its seen as cool.
But I don't fit in, Which they say is a sin. I'm not sure who I am, Not into sports or glam.
They call me a freak, Not emo, chav or geek. I just don't fit in, I know that I can't win.
But then I meet the others; Become my sisters and my brothers. Rejected by the rest, I've finally found my nest.
Rejection to Acceptation • Opuss № I