If I was someone else

If I was someone else, I might’ve had other talents.

The talents you say I should have.

If I was someone else, I could’ve been better.

Better then this awful person you say I am.

If I was someone else, wouldn’t life be better?

Better for you, not for me.

If I were someone else, wouldn’t I be prettier?

Your definition of pretty and my definition of pretty are much different.

I’m me.

And I’m perfectly happy being me.

Yes, it’s hard not being ‘perfect’. I have to fight for what’s right. I have to stop myself from just collapsing into tears, sometimes.

We all do, because we all aren’t perfect.

So don’t tell me that I need to be something else.

But you’re not good at the things you should be.

I have my own unique talents!

''This writing isn’t good enough.

It brings across the point I want it to. So what if it’s not good enough? I enjoyed writing it.

You’re not the perfect little princess we tell you to be.

You’re right. I’m not perfect. I don’t want to be a princess.

I want to be me.

It happened this way, so I’ll stay this way.

Me.

I’m not someone else, and never could be.

I’m not the hero, the victim, or the villain.

I’m me. I don’t need a title, or anything to modify me into something I’m not.

So pretty please stop forcing me to change, society? So pretty please stop feeding all the competition and self-conscious people this world is made of, society? Thanks.