I wonder if I'll ever fit
Into the mold they've prepared for me
Instead of the girl who dances through life
My steps so often falter
Instead of the beauty who's like all the others
I'm comfortable roughed up and un-made up
Instead of charm
I give them sarcasm
Instead of grace
I possess strength
Instead of love
I'm filled with pain
And that mold-
That 'good girl' mold-
Remains cold and unfilled
It's for a better girl than I
One who doesn't have to always lie
One who smiles and means it
And doesn't long for the wrong things
One who'll accomplish good in this world
She's the one
They all believe I can be
Undesired
12/11/09
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