Your pretty and your smart
Though you reveal your heart
Only to those that make you happy

Those people, your friends
See a unique girl
Since you don’t follow trends

Unless those stupid things you did, are considered trends?

Now it’s just your average teenage soap
Your a little insecure
Despite all your hope
You worry about friends on dope

You experiment and fail
Your not perfect
You once thought you looked like a whale

You’ve never been over 115 pounds

You thought scissors would be fun
To run
Across your skin

It left 2 marks and you decided to drop it
Cause you didn’t feel comfortable
Failing at being a failure

You think about dying a lot
Less now then before
You’re easily distraught
Overly emotional
The only people who know you are your best friends
They belong in your equation

That’s life
You struggle
You worry
You f*** your life up
But in the end

You’re that beautiful, confident, artist, who everyone looks at
And some hate
Others admire

You’re outspoken and funny
Wise occasionally

You’ve got an amazing figure
Love is your game for sure

The only guy you want
Is the one you can’t even hold

He’s far away but closer than so many before
If only he realized how poor
He sometimes acts about it
Cause he makes you insecure
Which can really hurt

You are an artist
One of those misunderstood girls,
Who’s always trying to find herself
Only as the saying goes
You need to forget about that, and create yourself

Cause that’s what your best at anyway
Your an imperfect perfect
Like so many around

You wish you were better, quieter
Only that’s just not your sound
Your fierce and your roar is loud
Once you let it out