A Girl in a Forgetful World

I'm Not Her

I'm not a girly girl.

I don't wake up at six in the morning

To do my hair.

I push snooze on my alarm

More times than I can count.

I don't wear pounds of makeup

Or eyeliner.

I can get along just fine

With powder and mascara.

Who do I have to impress anyway?

You don't want me anymore

Because I'm not her.

I'm not her:

I don't have blonde hair

And blue eyes.

I've got short, messy hair

With boring brown eyes.

Who wants that?

I'm not her

Because she has a bigger chest 

Than I do

And longer legs.

She's got a cuter smile,

And I'm sure a pretty laugh.

I'm not her

Because I'm not popular.

I run track

And sweat after my meets.

She twirls in pretty dresses

And showers in sexy perfume.

She kisses your lips

And stains them with lipstick.

I don't find much use in lipstick, though.

It only wipes off later,

Only for special occasions, really.

Why waste that time

Doing an hour of makeup

When you could get an hour of sleep?

Just saying.

I'm not her

Because I don't hang out

With popular people.

I hang out with a few close friends

Who know me well.

I'd choose that a thousand times over

Being around people 

Who don't even know my last name.

I do stupid things,

And I get stupid injuries.

I'm the world's biggest klutz,

And that's why I'm not her.

I'm not her,

And I'm not yours.

Not anymore,

And I'm not sure 

If I ever will be again.

You picked her 

Over me

Because I'm not her.

You wanted someone new,

And I can't blame you.

I'm pretty boring.

I just wish you hadn't broken my heart so badly

When you made your choice.

I'm not her 

Because I have a weird 

And dark sense of humor.

I'm not her

Because I am not pretty.

I'm not her

Because I am not girly,

I'm sporty.

I'm not her...

And I guess that wasn't good enough

For you.