Labeled

I see the girl in the mirror.
Looking back at me.
Loser written all over her forehead,
Just everything I don't want to be.

Wish I could change the way I am.
Wish I could be someone else.
Wish I could be perfect,
Wish I could be,
Anyone but me.

I don't want to be fat,
I don't want to be skinny.

I don't want to be black,
I don't want to be white.

I don't want to tall,
I don't want to be short.

I don't want to be rich,
I don't want to be poor.

I don't want to be in,
I don't want to be out.

I want to belong.
I want to have a place.
I want to have a purpose.
I want to be whatever I want to be,
Even if its anyone but me,

I don't want to be labeled.
I don't want to be categorized.

Don't say that I'm fat,
Don't say that I'm skinny.

Don't say that I'm colored,
Don't say that I'm white.

Don't say I'm too tall,
Don't say I'm too short.

Don't say I'm rich,
Don't say I'm too poor.

Don't say I'm cool,
Don't say I'm a fool.

I just want to be me,
Without being labeled.

If you do,
Then I'll ask you,
Do you own a mirror?
Do you have any self-respect?
Do you have a life?
Are you, yourself anymore perfect than I am?

Look at yourself,
Before you look at someone else.