Boys want girls who
Are smart, but Blond
Are quiet, but speak their mind
Are cute but weird.
But i'm not. I don't wear shirts or pants that are tiny, exaggerating certain places, I don't own a single skirt or dress, and my makeup choices are un-savory
In my trench coat my great aunt passed down I watch as people pass me over, cringing at the metal in my nose and the plugs in my lobes and I think,
Am I even really a girl. I don't look like them. Im not happy like them. Are they happy being all the same. And among things like this are what make me do the things I do.
Boys don't want me.
Not because Im different or ugly i've found, but its the way I am.
The hair dye is frowned upon yes but my actions cause me to be alone.
"Sorry I cant."
"I don't want to."
"No."
They don't like these words
So they don't like me.
