'Sometimes I think that I'm exactly like what they say. That I'm like them, wearing super short and tight clothes and whoring around or that chick all the way in the back of the class with her head down wearing those black long sleeves, using a smile to hide how much she is hurting. 
   But then a part of me, a huge part tells me to do the exact opposite. And I listen, I do what that part of me wants to do. I be myself. 
  Sure I'm friends with the dark haired girl in the back, I've always been and always will be. And sure I talk to her everyday, after all she is my best friend and we grew up with each other. She knows how dark my past had been and helped me step out into the light, learning exactly who I am. 
  I'm myself, I'm real. In fact I'm many things, the dumbass who broke her leg while climbing a frozen waterfall. The chick who broke records for climbing 55 foot tall obstacle courses, even though I suffer from anxiety and PTSD and many other things. I'm that short blonde kid hanging out with the tall people playing sports, doing art, or simply talking.
     I'm known for many things like the one person welcome committee or the goody two shoes for talking to the teachers in her free time. Or that freak that always ends up missing school because she's in the hospital again, but still manages to get the A's.
   I'm all of those things, but I'm still a small girl against the world battling her own demons who are trying to sink her down for not be perfect. 
   But no matter what, I won't stop being myself even though I'm still fighting off the labels given to me by stuck up snobs.
    I'm still the girl who kicked your ass in wrestling