Stereotypical

Just Like Them: A Sheep // Only 16

I behaved in likeness
(my mind convinced me I was different)
and yet I was actually no different
no different from them
"those girls"
I was the same
we were one,
whether I liked it or not,
regardless of whether I could see
(could see it)
But in a room filled with people,
I felt alone
(like I was the outsider
the outsider always looking in but never entering)
because somehow I was special,
(or different)
because I stood out
in my music taste,
in my clothing choices,
in the makeup I did or didn't wear,
in my hair color,
in my shade of skin
(though not so much different)
But yet I was just like them
I was them
in every single way possible,
in each and every giggle,
in all the gossip that graced my ears,
in the crushes,
in the heartbreaks,
I was them and they were me.
We all felt,
felt too strongly or too little
or not at the right time
But could all of this actually be helped?
Could it have been prevented?
Could my eyes have been opened sooner?
Could I have been different –
actually changed something?
I was only sixteen.