A girl, waiting on the world

I am made of much me than people see. I know I am far unlike the others. I don't gossip and I don't snicker at love. I don't mind in alone. In fact, I quite enjoy it. And though I love to look beautiful, it is still different than normal. Different from the straightened hair or MissMe jeans.

I do not have the one-day confidence only because I look gorgeous that one day. I have a constant confidence. I know what they all see though. They see ego and arrogance. I won't apologize for them being blind. I won't apologize for standing straight or my knowledge of my true amazing nature.

If this is not what they see, they may see me as uncaring. Truly, I have become bored of the high school routine. And when bored, I do not care. It is a mind-numbing place where I am in chains. Nothing ever new, nothing ever changed. It is always the same.

You may see indifference. And often times, I am. I despise niceness. But I adore kindness. Nice is fake. Kind is real. And I know the differed of the two the moment I meet you. Don't give me your pointless conversation starters. Go a bit deeper, and then I will grab a shovel, and dig on down to our souls with you.

While with school, I seem to barely scrap by, you have not seen me behind closed doors. You do not know the things I accomplish when know one is there to watch. You do not see the world I have created. You do not know the people I have made and met. You do not know the music made. You do not see the piles of papers dedicated to it all. You do not know an inch of the beauty behind me.

Though I manage in school, you will see it all truly when you no longer see me day to day. And you will wonder what such a life is like. You will wish for mine yourself. For when I am in my realm, when I am able to do what I greatly wish to do now, you will know that I was not just a girl. I was the girl, simply waiting on the world.