Everyone judges me

All their perceptions

Because of how I dress

Because I can’t get my hair up in a heap on the top of my head

Because I don’t know what to say or do

To please them

Because I’m sick of trying

To be how they want me to

Sick of trying not to care

All these watching eyes

Expectant faces

Waiting to decide who I am

Push me deeper inside my shell

Where I only have to deal with myself

It’s become too much effort to be me

Who am I anyway?

A little bit of everything

An eclectic with punkish tendencies

A good girl with a rebel’s soul

A whole lot of loser

But hey it’s hard enough to be a loser

Being cool is too much of a bother