Let me be the one
That can make anything fun.
The one who doesn’t cry
When shown the least bit of attention.

Let me be the one who can laugh and joke
Without constantly apologizing in my head
For being “an annoying mess”

Let me be the one
Everyone remembers
In high school,
Thinking “I really miss her.”

Let me be the one
Who can start conversations
And not the one who makes
Existing one akward.

Let me be the one
Everyone can name
And not be referred to as
“The girl in the grey sweater”

Let me be happy
Around others
And not face the constant stress
As to weather they know what a mess I am

Let me be the one
Who doesn’t rely
On an extrovert to come my way
To make friends.

Let me be the one
Who never worries about my reflection,
Overly obsessed with perfection,
And filled with guilt over these fat thighs.

Let me be the one
Who doesn’t constantly say
“Quiero morir” (i want to die)
In every small situation, hoping no one understood what I said

Let me be the one
Who can look good in everything,