You’re telling me
To be someone who people like
Be someone who people will talk to
Someone who is bubbly and outgoing and
Loud

I’m sorry
I’m not that girl, nor will I ever be
That girl
I can’t be bubbly and outgoing and
Loud

I can’t make myself be
The superficial girl
You like
I’m not like that
You don’t know me

I’m the wallflower
The girl who’s always daydreaming
Because her dreams
Are better
Than the cold relentless reality

I’m quiet, don’t talk much
For words can cut like knives
Piercing the air
With coldness
And carelessness
I know

Bubbly?
What am I, champagne?
I’m….
Not the average, cliched, stereotypical, hottie with a body stalker, peppy, loud, make up covers up my insecurities, little miss popular, omg txt spk rox lol
Girl

I’m the one no one notices
The one who reads because the worlds trapped inside the paper bound bricks
Are better than the ones
I’m forced to live in

To be
Fake
In

I’m sorry I can’t fit into the society you’ve made for me
I’m sorry I can’t be normal
I’m sorry I can’t be
Who you
Want me to be

Fake.