Most of the time
I am glad to be different than everyone else.
I enjoy having my own little quirks that no one else shares.
I like to look at the other girls my age
who have no mind of their own
and think that no one else besides themselves exist in the world
and not have much in common with them.
I am glad to be different.
But there are times
when I see how easy it is for them to talk to you
and interact with people without worry
and it makes me rethink being content with my differences.
I see their perfect skin
and their lack of sadness for no reason.
I begin to see
guys like you don’t fall for girls like me.
you fall for the other girls.
I dont blame you.
They are so much simpler and easier to understand.
My mind is full of tangled strings
and thoughts that would scare most people away.
I don’t feel the same as most people do
because I either feel everything all at once in a blur of emotions
or I feel nothing at all.
I’m glad to be my own person
and to not blend in so easily with the typical color.
when I’m overwhelmed by thoughts of you
I wish I could be like all the other girls.