You fixed me up from the start
in attempt to save me.
But little me still broken as you can see,
just really wants to fit in.
I sacrifice all else in attempt to be friends,
but in the end rejection blends with all other hiding emotions.
I say "I'm fine",
the biggest lie just to please the world.
No matter what, the pressure sucks,
to be the perfect girl.
I leave myself up on the shelf,
with all other abandoned stories.
Always judged by those who nudge,
nudge others into the peer pressure.
You think to yourself "it'd be great to be cool",
to be just like the rest of the school.
But in the end you cannot tend to every persons pleasure.
