When you see me at first You’d see a reserved girl The type you’d see Sitting in the back of the class Not saying a word to anyone

You’d see that wannabe perfect girl Who cares only about Pleasing adults and getting good grades You’d see a girl who doesn’t laugh And would never dare to take a risk If it involves a potential consequence

And yeah, I _was _that girl Or atleast I tried my level best To be that girl

But now, I’m not even close To ever wanting to be her

People still think I am her Because yes I do get stressed About my grades slipping Yes I don’t always argue back When people tell me stupid things And yes I do enjoy my quiet time

But I don’t want to care about What people think anymore I don’t want to hide myself Like I did before I want to take risks I want to scream to the music I want to wave my hands in the air I want to wear a wild outfit And laugh at it after I want to do stupid things and make people question my sanity

Because I am insane I am clumsy I do drop things I tripped four times within One hour the other day But even so, If you asked me to, I would go cliff jumping

I want to have fun So if you asked me to I would go all out

So basically, I’m not the type of girl You would find wearing loads Of makeup and getting drunk Every night and I’m not the Type of girl you’d find with A gazillion fans and friends Lining up at her door

But I am the type of girl Who doesn’t care about every detail Who doesn’t care if people think she’s Crazy because so what?? I am messy I have no sense of direction And wavering confidence And yes I can’t do it all on my own And yes I cry over small fights And hold on to little things

But I’m not that girl I’m not who they think There’s not a type of person That really fits me I’m all of it

And sometimes it freaking sucks To be me But honestly? I’m okay with that Because atleast now I know I don’t have to be that Tight lipped and bottled up girl To be the person I want to be