by Lelia Saffold
I wish I was the fun girl.
Not the boring, sits alone in the corner girl.
I sometimes wish I had the urge to drink and make questionable choices like my friends.
But I’ve always been the designated driver, sipping on a Shirley Temple girl.
I’m the loner at the party who slips away from the crowd in search of the host’s dog.
(That is, if I even get invited to the party at all)
The awkward, antisocial, and just wants to go home and go to bed girl.
I didn’t know I was so unlike the others until the midst of college.
The “you need to loosen up and let go” girl.
A voice in the depth of my soul begs me to be different, be outgoing, be confident.
Girl why aren't you like them?
But an overwhelming force tells me I will never be the fun girl.
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