She started this simple,
Expressing what she truly felt,
That's what got her here in the first place;
But then she got no more likes,
Not as many comments as she wanted.
And so she diverted her ways,
Copied other people to end up at the top,
"But what's the use," she asks herself.
"If reaching the top meant not knowing who you are anymore?"
She went back to normal,
Showing her true self;
All of the friends and followers she got turned on her,
Said she was changing for the worst;
They didn't understand,
None of them ever understood;
So she tried again,
Copying, being fake;
It worked.
People started calling her beautiful when they were really talking to the makeup once more,
Asking her to dates when they were really using her to be part of "The Populars."
She lived with it,
All throughout high school,
Plastering fake smiles practiced on the mirror the day before,
Wearing clothes she would've liked to burn.
She finally got a chance,
When she started her college,
To be free with who she really was.
She cut off her hair and threw out her clothes,
Got her band posters back and glued them to the dorm room walls,
Started focusing on school.
She graduated four years later,
Top of her class,
With no friends,
No life outside of her studies.
To her, it was worth it;
She felt proud with who she was,
She felt true to herself.
~RBH/M