Description: Another rant to add to my repetoire. this is about me trying to figure out who 'me' actually is. To understand this you have to understand who I am. I'm into the arts. I like skateboarding and my favorite shoes are my black converse's. At my highschool I am the exact opposite of a cheerleader. No, I'm not saying I'm fat. I'm not. I'm just not like them. The Beautiful Ones rule my school. The ones who purge when they think that 110 pounds is obese. The ones who are on the quest for perfection and aren't able to see that they're killing themselves because perfection is impossible to attain. Hope you like it.
The Beautiful Ones -------------------------------------------
I don’t know who I am. Am I fake or am I real? Do I like you? Do I care? Who are my friends? Are there any there? It isn’t so bad to be me. But others see it differently. If you’re not like them then you’re weird. In this world uniqueness is a flaw. Pencil thin girls are held on crosses. You’re not accepted if you wear Converse’s. I’m sick of trying. I’m only fifteen but sometimes I feel like dying. Screw them all. They aren’t even real. Insecure and wreck-less. They hurt you before you hurt them. Their pathetic no doubt. Their fake and their out. I’m not like them. I try to fit in. I’m not going to attack you. I’ll give you some room. And if you like me then come on in. I’m not like them at least I know that much.
SSDD, or so to speak. not to be a jerk, but when everyone changes on a daily basis, is there ever really finding out who you are? if so good luck. good point about all that preppy, popular bs, that plauges the continent and most of it's mindless, dreary, everyday frauds and drones. take care
i liked the point you were trying to get across to people. I know how you feeling it's the same with me but my shoe's are Red. Ok well im going to stop talking now bye. xox rachel
Submission Name: The Beautiful Ones
