I W!LL $!NG FoR VR oF YouR LoV, O LoRd....
Im a sixteen-years-old girl with brown-colored hair
Sparkles and funny clothes, who feels lonely
Sometimes...
I do not ask to be accepted,
I ask to be accepted as I am...
I do not want to be told what potential I have, or what
My future holds...
I do not want to be told that Im going nowhere in life...
I question my existence, my meaning....
I question what the Real World is, and why Im not
There....
I feel happy with no shoes on...
I feel lonesome in a crowded room...
Sometimes my heart bleeds and I cry,
Laughter echoes in my mind...
I am told to be different,
To be myself...
But then I am