Sometimes, it's hard to explain the reasons why I do things the way that I do.
I'm different, and on a daily basis,
my life revolves around different things,
as everyone else is.
It's weird, being judged by the way you dress,
your hair color, your nails, your shirts,
the way you talk or burp in public.
It's even worst when you're a girl.
Because if your hair has green streaks in it,
you're looking for attention.
When your skirt's a little higher than half your thigh,
you're asking for it.
When it's at your knees,
you need to get your ass back into the 21st century.
When you have a slit in your dress,
it's slutty.
Or have half painted black nail polish,
and people brand you as a goth.
Sometimes, shit's not that simple.
It's like I hardly get by one day without being judged by the people around me.
Which brings me back to doing things the way I want to do them,
I'm only 18 years and 12 days old once.
If I want to take pictures like a ho,
dye my hair a different color every month,
wear short skirts and dark make up,
leave me be.
Everyday you live, you take another step closer to an inevitable end.
Everyday is another day lost for something amazing that could've happened.
So don't blame me when I spread peanut butter on the ground,
and roll in it like a boss.
If my entertainment fuels your annoying-ness and dissatisfaction about what I am,
and how I don't give a shit,
then so be it.
What makes you think I'll give a shit about youuuuuuuuu.
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