She's Not Safe

At the hallways of my middle school,
I hear them whisper,
"She's not safe."
I think they want me to be normal,
but it is something that
I cannot simply create.
Alcohol is something I indulge in
only Wednesdays.
And who I used to be is oh so
yesterday.
I can only have pigeon-toed lovers,
it's something I cannot explain.