I never wanted to be that girl,
The one who cries in public places.
Who fishes for compliments,
Basking in their glow.
I never wanted to be the Stereotype
Of another dumb s lut.
Who takes all she can,
Giving nothing back.
I never wanted to be the source
Of completely unnecessary drama.
Who turns friends to betrayal
Watching the battles.
And I'm not.
I always wanted to be pretty
Inside and out, in the good and the bad.
Whose smiling face is always there,
Helping those who need it.
I always wanted to be quick and witty,
A free source of humor, combatant of woe.
Who gives the nudge, making bad moods to better,
Delighting the masses.
I always wanted to be great at the Arts,
A paragon of immeasurable talent.
Who could inspire and create awe,
Gaining admiration and pride.
But I'm not.
I am what I am.
Not what you want me to be.
Not what I want to be.
A disgrace? Perhaps.
Hated? Not likely.
Too much of an investment of interest.
Forgotten? A bit
Dismissed? Most likely
It's not as if I'm consequential.
Loved? Not truly.
Needed? By none.
A small fish in the Wide, wide sea.
Waiting? Fruitlessly.
Hoping? Foolishly.
For what?
For all that I need to be.
