People strive to be something different
Society wants you to be different
But in their own terms
They want you to have a thin waist,
A big butt,
The list goes on and on.
But what am I?
I just sit in my room all day
Writing, drawing, creating, destroying
Is this who I am?
Or am I a girl
Just a girl
I'm blending in just like everyone
But I'm not
I turn my head to the comformists
But in reality I am in another group
Being different is all I want to be
Maybe that is who I am?
I am trying to be different
I am imperfect.