I think of myself fake,
Just somebody that’s not me.
I’m not into flowers,
And I don’t do volleyball.

I feel forced to wear fancy underwear,
Especially when in the locker room.
For all the girls who don’t out there,
I wish I could be like you.

I hate wearing make-up,
But I wear eyeliner and blush.
I always make time in the morning,
Even when I’m in a big rush.

I go after ever boy that I come across.
I say I’m better than everyone,
And that I’m the boss.

I walk with my breast held high,
And I try to shake my bottom for boys.
I twirl and flick my hair,
And pretend I don’t care.

I just want to get through,
These nightmarish years of school
I do care what you think of me,
I do care if I’m not “cool”.

And I don’t have a good time,
I don’t laugh with my so-called friends.
I don’t like who I am at school,
But I do like who I am when I’m alone.
These years of school have been my end,
But tomorrow is the beginning of me.