“I’m not like other girls”

The girls who recycle captions, the ones who pretend to be deep

The girls who wear the same style, the ones who try to be chic

You’re right, I’m not like them

Their giggles are only half there, their fake smiles are weak

I smell it on their breathe, it’s empty when they speak

No you’re right, I’m not like them

And that’s where I stand, forever second choice

Because I refuse to blend in, and I refuse to lower my voice

Because my caption is always a paragraph long and my clothes aren’t plain enough

I’m not small and skinny, and sometimes I talk way too much

I laugh way too hard, and I smile even harder

I don’t do boring makeup and I don’t give a fuck for starters

I say what I want, and I eat what I want too

Surrounded by people or not, I always do what I want to

So you’re right, I’m not like them

Nor do I ever want to be, and if I’m not good enough for you, well

At least I’m good enough for me

If you want an empty girl or a tame girl

A superficial girl, or a plain girl

Just like the rest, nothing more than a “same” girl

A girl who’s barely there, who’ll probably float away because she’s only full of air

Then I’m not the girl for you, because my insides don’t compare

I’m filled with something like fire, and it burns in so many different hues

I can make you feel on top of the world and I can also make you sing the blues

And you know what, I get it, not everyone can handle someone like me

Some people just like plain coffee, while I’m a whole ass cup of tea

So like what y’all like, the saying is “there are plenty of fish in the sea”

And if you like fish that are all the same, then hey you’re in luck

Because there are very few out there that are anything like me