just me
I've never been a 'cool girl.'
I've never gone to parties,
never made routine plans to go out with friends.
I sit in my room,
read my books,
and escape the reality that makes me feel
crumpled,
tired,
hated.
I've never been a mean girl.
I've never told you that you overcompensate
with a laugh bubbling out of my lips,
proud of myself for the comeback.
I don't wear tight clothing,
knowing that there will be stares
in the hallways,
train rides,
or park days.
I've always just been a weird girl.
I used to suck the juice out of lemons,
loving the sourness
as it floats down my throat.
I used to be told I was
too nerdy,
too quiet,
too me.
The energy is nearly gone from me now.
I don't care what you think of me.
But I do.
I care.
I care so much that it nearly kills me
most days.
But I am certain of one thing:
I'm just me
and I don't mind if I'm not for you.