I stand among the crowds
Overlooked. Full of doubt.
This world we live in
surrounded by stereotypes.
Rich girls with daddy’s
who grant all their hearts desires.
Guys with longer locks than mine
always causing trouble.
Misfits they say. But how do they know?
A scholar behind the looks of a rebel.
The oculus of a rich girl
who’s life is all full of lies. Regrets.
The girl who sits alone.
Depressive. Not accepted.
The intelligent girl.
Striving to be doctor. A lawyer.
The girl who sits alone,
secret novelist. Waiting to be discovered.
The with the highest IQ,
striving artiste. Her passion.
Categorized because of the clichés we’ve been given.
Put in the world to be “normal”.
We are beautiful, smart, different, and unique.
Different spectrums of the same domain.
The beauty of it is,
we’re different. We’re boundless.
Taking chances. Causing trouble.
We crash. We fall. We burn and crawl.
Growing up. Changing. It happens.
Don’t blame missteps on labels.
We’ll acquire from pricking our fingers,
on all of life’s little thorns.
