Nothing Girl

December 2, 2010
By Anonymous

Maybe I wear baggies
and white socks with flip-flops,
maybe I don't like listening to rave
and I'm not on the social mountaintops,
maybe I don't care about the things
that make your worlds twirl,
maybe you look at me and think:
Gee, what a nothing girl.

Maybe I like giving smiles
which seems to be a sin today,
and maybe I allow my imagination
to sometimes run away,
maybe you don't understand this
and that's why you cannot see,
if this make me a nothing girl,
hey, that's ok with me!

The world makes you believe
your personality mustn't be detected,
your face must be picture perfect
and wear cloths just the best, to be accepted.
Maybe I look at you
and feel sorry that you're blind,
robots you have became,
yourself you'll never find.

God made you, as well as me,
this means I am something,
the world is a liar
and if I must be a nothing
for you to see it,
then so be it!

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem because I was tired of all these things people want you to be, this image the world burns into our minds about how we should be, how we should look, turning us into robots. But I won't! Some people, some of them friends, say I am weird, and I think I like it. It proves to me, that I dare to be different.

The poem is about being different, and others seeing you as being nothing, cause you don't look or act, or care about the same things they do

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