fake-nice

overcoming the comlexities of standing out in the crowd afraid to shy away, and people will notice the one who does not conform doesn't wear pink when pink is in doesn't listen to blink now that they're pop doesn't ooh and aww at every hot guy that walks her way doesn't smile and pretend she likes the world and everyone in it doesn't act as though she knows nothing only marbles rolling around her head the blond dye hasn't crept into her brain hasn't destroyed every cell and made her the same yet she is too afraid to raise her voice too afraid someone might listen afraid that they'll mock her for being a brunette with two left feet, who likes geeky guys with thick black glasses, who wears plaid pants, and reads philosophy, and who only likes old blink. but she doesn't care gotten over all the complexities and realized just how simple it all is they'll wind up barbie dolls working at the closest supermarket with bag boy husbands, and two kids, and one in the oven she's glad she went to school glad she did the work glad she only acted fake-nice and never conformed. Written January 25th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 02:55 PM PST, melissa upfold   0 • 9