Feb 24, 2009 00:34
I may not be pretty.
and I may be too loud.
I snort when I laugh
and act
out of proportion
to how I feel.
I know.
I'm not your kind of girl.
I can't fit in the mold that you place me.
I can't stick on the wall where you hang me.
I'm too busy
and too real
to be your porcelain doll.
because I can't stop
living
and being
in the state I'm in
so
I know.
I'm not your kind of girl.
I'm not that kind of girl.
To take on everything you give me.
because I'm not a mother
or a wife
or sugar
or spice
and I laugh at the thought
that I'm anything nice
Because I won't be stolen
or frozen
into what you need me to be.
Because I'm not you.
I'm not your.
Kind.
of girl.