oh, there's
pretty girls & skinny girls & rich as fuck girls littered all over
and i'm not quite sure where i fit in to this utterly lovely variety
i'm like the misshapen cookie that got burnt in the oven and now i'm standing out against the crowd of deliciously golden cookie cutter perfect cookies
but i didn't want to be
but i don't have a choice
but,
but,
but the list goes on and on,
doesn't it?
i'm unhappy
& they're catty
& this is society
it's just how it is,
i guess
for the ones who refuse to shove themselves into that cookie cutter mold that society wishes upon us
( i don't care for your silly made-up rules,
who made you a God anyways? )