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