What is it?
They always say to write what you know
I don't know anything
About middle school
Or boys
Or girls, for that matter
I know about being lonely
Being picked on
"Please be kind to Amy, she needs a friend right now."
It would be so damn funny if you understood that I do need a friend
"What's wrong with you?"
I don't know, you tell me
Why is it that the girls who aren't smart enough for PA,
Who laugh when they do something strange
And make you out to be a weirdo if you the same
And who basically are no different from me
Either than the fact that everyone loves them
In books that we so adore
They call the populars mindless
They aren't.
They just don't want the world to know that they're actually smart
Because for some reason that's a terrible thing.
And for some reason because I'm not allowed to shave my legs
Or wear makeup
Or V-necks
And for some reason because I'm falt-chested and I'm not even a girl who thinks about guys.
Who dreams of the perfect guy
Who doesn't give a crap about all of this
Who can just go with the flow
Who can make me laugh
And won't complain about the unfairness of everything.
You don't have to like me.
I don't have to be popular.
I just want to understand.
What is it? That makes me alone?
And you, with your glittered eyes,
With your strained laugh
Short shorts,
And giggling, whispering manner
What is it that makes you different from me?
What is it that makes him love you,
And hate me?
Do you have to be born as an ever-smiling girl, with perfect hair that never gets messed up
(NEVER gets messed up.
I've been to a sleep over with one of your kind before. Her hair was freaking perfect after rolling around,
Wrestling, pillow fights AND sleeping,
and it was exactly the same.)
Do you have to go to Kindgerarten already in the mindset that your life goal is to date the hottest guy in school?
Do you have to be born giving a "I'm so cute and unique" look, already twirling your hair with your finger?
What is it that you want me to do?