Nothing Girl

Maybe I wear baggies and

white socks with flip-flops,

maybe I don't like listening to rave

and I'm not on the social mountaintops,

maybe I don't care about the things

that make your worlds twirl,

maybe you look at me and think:

Gee, what a nothing girl.

Maybe I like giving smiles

which seems to be a sin today,

and maybe I allow my imagination

to sometimes run away,

maybe you don't understand this

and that's why you cannot see,

if this makes me a nothing girl,

hey, that's ok with me!

The world makes you believe

your personality mustn't be detected,

your face must be picture perfect

and wear clothes just the best, to be accepted.

Maybe I look at you

and feel sorry that you're blind,

robots you have became,

yourself you'll never find.

God made you, as well as me,

this means I am something,

the world is a liar

and if I must be a nothing

for you to see it,

then so be it!

I wrote this poem because I was tired of all these things people want you to be, this image the world burns into our minds about how we should be, how we should look, turning us into robots. But I won't! Some people, some of them friends, say I am weird, and I think I like it. It proves to me, that I dare to be different.:)