I am more than what you perceive.

I am more than my looks.

I am more than my smarts.

I am what my expriences have made me.

I am your little girl,

that you are so proud to have gotten an A on her math test,

that has manners unlike the other rotten kids.

I am obidient. 

A goody two shoes.

What you don't seem to realize is that I am actually hated.

There she goes, that little "prude".

"She's no fun."

Their words fill up my ears until they drown out my own positivity.

Is this who I'm meant to be?

A small shy girl, too smart for her own good?

No. 

This is not who I am.

I am the weird kid.

I am becoming more open and less-hated.

I try to make jokes, and cheer others up so they never have to feel how I always feel.

I make friends with those who used to hate me,

but these friendships do not last.

I stay in sort of a purgatory for a while,

not happy, not sad, just living. 

They tell me being weird is a good thing.

The very word "weird" has a negative connotation, and I take it as such.

I am not normal.

I am the black sheep.

Is this who I'm meant to be?

No. 

This is not who I am.

I am still confused about who I am,

and this gets taken advantage of.

I fall in love with a boy that everyone wants,

and he chooses me, above all else.

Or so I thought he did.

I believed he was the only one for me, 

and I the only for him.

I was his darling.

I looked up to him, wanted to be more like him,

wanted him to love me and make me a better person.

But I was just another fool, helplessly in love with a free bird.

I thought that by loving him, I would better myself.

Instead, I became a sniveling pile of nerves that could barely get out of bed in the morning.

He was a tsunami, destroying everything in his wake, 

and I was a simple sand castle, trying to keep it together.

A broken girl desperately trying to pick up the pieces he left behind.

I was no longer his darling, 

that position now belonged to one of the other women in his harem.

For a while I blamed myself,

thinking I must have done something incredibly unlovable,

for him to abandon me in such a manner.

But then I started to realize that you can't love those who don't want to be loved.

You can't blame yourself for everything bad that happens to you.

I held on to these simple truths and began to rebuild myself in his image.

A better person than he could have ever hoped to be.

I took all of his positive traits, without the egotistical nature of them,

and made them my own.

I am confident.

I am charismatic.

I am hilarious.

I am more than he made me out to be.

I am more than those other kids thought I was.

I am more than who you think I am.

I am strong.

I am finally who I was always meant to be.

I am me.