you don’t see,
for who I really am,
and i know that sounds,
cliche and over said,
but it true ,
when it rolls right off my tongue,
and it kills me,
that these words have to be sung,
Brown haired green eyed girl,
my body,
cant be misunderstood,
but its,
when I look inside ,
how i feel on what I see,
Its why others,
cant know what its like to be me,
They think I’m stuck up,
because I care bout I look,
But what they don’t know,
are all the times I cried,
oh how i shook,
when my mama,
yelled at me,
greasy hair,
overweight,
“your not pretty”
They think I’m stupid,
I don’t know anything,
all that I’m good for,
is acting ditzy,
and they dont see,
the hours i spend,
locked my room,
book open,
hand numb,
instead of out,
having fun,
brown haired,
green eyed girl,
my body,
cant be misunderstood