Who am I?

Am I the quirky girl,

always looked at funny?

Am I the buff fitness junky,

stealing the bullies' money?

Am I the preppy school-girl,

snobby and pristine?

Am I the outcast,

rude and obscene?

Am I the pretty flower,

untouched by any hand?

Am I the fabulous bitch,

forever unafraid to take a stand?

Am I the girl with no friends, always pitied and not approached?

Am I the queen,

no subject too sensitive to broach?

I don't know what I am,

but there's one thing I do:

Don't let labels get the best of you.