Opinions everywhere
They rip through my walls,
Exposing my fear.
To my knees I fall.

Be pretty they say
Wear this, wear that
But I'm just not wired the same way.
I don't want to be like that.

I'm careless
I carry beauty in my own way.
I'm a mess.
In my thoughts I stay.

Maybe I will never be the queen.
And maybe that's okay.