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I don't want to be camouflage any more
I want to stand out in this world
I wish I could look you in the eye
But I can't, 'cause you're a guy
I don't want these thoughts in my head
Of curls and crimps and who to wed
I wish I could stay a teen forever
But sometimes I wish it were never
I wish I had her head on her body
Then some might call me hotty
But I know that this isn't what life is about
We're supposed to spread love throughout.
But how can I do that when my hands are tied
Behind my back with pride
Where is the joy in telling one off
If in years to come all popularity is lost
How can I pass up this party
When all my friends tell me to be naughty
Where did these feelings come from?
Why am I caught in the trappings of them?
There's no way out
Not even with a pout
Please pull me out
Just pull me out
A/N: Some of this poem is my feelings but most of it I wrote just because I rhymed, sounded good, and was true. Please review!