I'm never going to be prom queen
I know that now

That's for the pretty girls
The popular girls
The ones with the golden hair
and the blue eyes

The ones the boys look at
When they laugh
When they sway across
the playground

The girls in the cute clothes
With the cute smiles
That flick their hair
With nonchalant grace

The ones with curves
In the right places
The ones that
don't have to try

They are never alone at break
They don't sit at home
reading books
Or writing poems

They don't cry themselves
to sleep at night
Because some boy
Did not see them today

They don't feel the hurt
Of loving in vain
Of living a lie
Of hating what they see in the mirror

They don't wake each day
Wanting to die
Wanting it to go away
Wanting what will never be

They don't feel that
They get to be prom queen
They shine with ease
Charming the world

I'm never going to be prom queen
But I am going to be me