Smile and wave, laugh at the jokes,
If only they knew it was all a hoax.
Perfect hair, Shiny nails,
Masking all the times I failed.
Why do you have a C in math?
Anger in my parent's face,I absorb the rath.
"Why don't you straighten your hair?" my friend inquires,
Maybe because people accepting my curls is one of my desires.
I don't speak my thoughts, Homecoming Queens do not argue.
But maybe I wanted to...
Maybe I wanted to be the girl who didnt care how she looked when she laughed,
Or was not only hit on by morons with a six pack.
Maybe I wanted people to know how I love to read and write,
Or maybe I wanted to be the girl everyone was scared to fight.
But here I sit in class with glossed lips and correct posture,
If only they knew I was a complete imposter.