This doesn’t feel right
Tweaking myself to fit a little better
To be a little more…preppy
Hipster
Nerdy
Whatever!
I think-
They think
They are
So…should I?
Dress like her?
Do as she does?
I don’t want my dreams and aspirations to dwindle behind
A skin that isn’t mine.
A skin that stretches into a mouth that utters lies
Into feet that take me places of no interest
Into eyes that observe a world tempting me with opportunities to thrive and develop the real me,
But not one I take.

The silenced and scared girl inside has never been given a chance to speak.
I believe she will not be accepted
So she is smothered with the cloth of my false identity
No
This certainly does not feel right