Depression Is My Kryptonite

Loner

Let them be preppy,

Always perky, happy, gorgeous, praised,

Yet harnessed to a life of regret.

I'd rather be a fat, hideous girl,

Able to stand alone, like a wolf

Leading myself into battle.

To have been broken and still standing,

To feel, to have been able to express ultimate insanity

Without worry of judgment, still exposed.

To be controlled by no one,

Carrying my heart, my soul,

Beyond the unstable mentality or into the abyss of loneliness.

I rather be shunned, and if

Forgotten by everyone,

Than to be a gorgeous cheerleader,

Developing in the cluster of high school clichés,

Where they're praised, groomed, and cared for

By wealthy obnoxious parents.

I'd rather look of disgraceful, dirty trash

Than of wealth and graceful beauty,

If I could be on my own, lonely and free,

I'd rather be a fat, hideous girl.