guess i’m not really that neurotypical, and no, i don’t really look too mystical.
don’t have that wide-eyed smile, the fictional girl-band geek charm and guile.
i might be a bit of a wannabe rocker; well, i guess that ain’t too much of a shocker.
i’m no goth girl, i deal with rhymes and the devil, i’m not a fairytale princess, i’m just a rebel.
i ain’t a motorcycle-helmet cherry-lipped badass, all i have is a little bit of sass.
maybe we’re all a tiny bit fake, a little bit selfish and wanting to take.
but it’s not perfection that makes us human, i guess: nor flawlessness or impeccability; it’s the entropy and mess.
so sue me for wanting validation; maybe you’ll tell me i’m just seeking attention…
but i think that’s just a part of the human condition.