Wanna-Be

by Margaret   Jun 6, 2006


My skin doesnt fit,
My words seem so hollow.
I feel like a fake,
And thats a bitter pill to swallow.

Sometimes it hits me,
Right between the eyes.
Everyone just looks,
And sees through my disguise.

If it seems too good to be true,
It most likely is.
But when I act popular,
The only thing I can do is dis.

People think they know me,
But they only know my mask.
But no one wants to get to know me,
Just take one second and simply ask.

If no one pays attention,
Theres no reason to look inside,
Instead of meeting a new friend.
Everyones caught up in their pride.

No one cares about others feelings,
Were all caught up in our fame.
When in reality were all just people,
Who make others feel so lame?

There is the girl who giggles,
As her foes pass her by.
When her friends come up to her,
They gossip so hard she cries.

There is a prep, a popular girl,
Who drowns in 100 dollar jeans.
She snarls at the poor kids,
How could someone be so mean?

There is a boy, a loser,
Who walks subtly through the halls.
Doesnt want to be made fun of,
So instead he decides to crawl.

She doesnt want to be herself,
Or thats how they make her feel.
They call her stupid and dumb,
And in the end she wont squeal.

He is brilliant and smart,
But the kids still call him names.
He has a four point,
But that doesnt stop their games.

He is the jock that everyone longs to be,
Or have by their side.
But no one takes an hour,
To see what is hidden inside.

Is it really what we are made for?
To act stupid and dumb.
Just for a little popularity,
Someones idea of demeaning fun.

Nothing has stopped them now,
What makes you think they will change?
But how would you like to be spit on?
When everyone deserves a little fame.

When people look you in the eye,
But you can tell they werent serious.
Theyve got a snarl on their face,
Do they think that youre delirious?

Are people really unworthy,
Of what you and me might see?
An insignificant label,
Of what someone could really be.

If you judge a book by its cover,
You will never find a friend.
Whos willing to die for you,
And be there till the end.

Who am I really fooling?
Im just a wannabe.
So easy to replace,
There are plenty others just like me.

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