Younger me
I used to tell a story
Of how I came from my own earth
I made up my own universe
A beautiful story of my birth
I told them all that I was different
Had a mind all of my own
I changed my name to change myself, to keep from falling down
They told me I was a princess
But I said I didn't want a crown
I named myself after fire
I wanted to burn everything down
I pretended I was special
Thought I could matter somehow
I said I'd never curse aloud
Never let anger rest upon my brow
I never dreamed of being perfect
Because perfect is a fake tan
I dreamed of being alien
Because humanity is so inhuman
I told them all lies
Because I hated the truth
In reality everybody dies
But not In a photo booth
I want to change people's perspective of me
Be Someone different
Than the person they all see
I look in the mirror
And a stranger looks back
So familiar I can't see
The beauty and hopeful lack
They all tell me to smile more
But who wants to see a fake
When they can wait and see
The truth before the give and take.