Walking in the school hall
Always trying to stand tall
With confidence I wish I had
My stomach turning, still feeling sad
A feeling that my hair is ruined
And my clothes wanting to be loosened
Not only because they feel too tight
But because I want to be out of sight
Always afraid of being disliked
Wanting nothing more than to be liked

Trying to be “normal” and to fit in
Always putting on a grin
Truly wanting to stand out
But having a doubt
That I won’t ever be heard or even seen
Or even picked out of the crowd

Being seventeen is like being on a search
It can create many emotions
That can cause so many commotions
Everything seems preset
Like a Barbie with he only motions
Or like a zombie without notion

Sometimes I look at a beautiful model
A talented actor
Or hear the angelical voice of a singer
And then I wonder
What is it that defines me.

The real me
The one that hides behind these superficial walls
That we call world
Out the status quo
We ought to meet
In our every day
Of life we must live.