I am...what I am not and I am not Popular.
I am what I am not.
I am not the heavily-scented flowery perfume and expensive footwear and jeans.
I am not the consistent talking during class and the joking instead of writing.
I am not the sports kids clickey group or the way they all straighten their hair and do their makeup diligently each week.
I am not the perfect mold of what some may believe I should be, I am just me.
I am messy hair and dirty shoes and large purple bruises on the sides of knees..
I am thick glasses and a heavy backpack and lips being bitten by teeth.
I am a stack of books and the perfume of freshly printed ink.
I am over-studying and late nights spent hunched over essays and good grades accompanied by many sighs of relief.
But I am not perfect hair and a confident air for I am rather scared. What if anyone else were to know I am me?
What if they knew of my stack of books or my thick glasses or anything really?
What if they knew I did nothing but pretend that I was anyone but me?
But someday it will be different, someday they will see...that my thick glasses and heavy backpack and over studying benefitted me.
I will no longer be a “nerd,” but instead I will be my peers boss at work and I will be happy.
I am what I am not.
I am not a cool cat with a barbie doll resemblance.
For now, I am a nerd...but I think that’s alright with me.