their eyes all scan me.
up and down they go.
my eyes shift back and forth,
my tears bulge at the duct.
i fidget with my rings anything to make them not notice me.

stop.
don't judge me.
if you could only see my insides, the part that means well.
i can't, i can't control my outside.
i'm not pretty, i'm not gorgeous, i'm just me.
i hang on by a mear thread, it holds me all together.
but oneday it might break, and it will be for the better.
but i don't want to go now, i don't want to stop.
i want to see what becomes of me.
i want to see the future.
but, i know them all.
the typicals. they want that girl the one thats not so smart or dignified. they want the bimbo.
and thats clearly not me.
i will never act stupid for attention, i am bright,smart, critical, and i will not sale myself short for you.

you, your not right,
i will stand, and i will stand strong
you will not make me crumble.
i am here for now, for always.
and you, you, are just a
figment of the imagination.