I walk alone on this darkened street,

Knowing of all the people I shall never meet,

For I am a bookworm and no-one likes a geek,

Just once I would like to be called pretty but to the world I am a freak,

The road I am on is the one less travelled,

For most people choose to be popular and shallow,

But they are pretending to be someone they are not,

Whereas I am my self and do the things I love alot,

Like writing this poem or reading a book,

Whereas on the road they choose, life is all about looks.