I remember a time when
looks didn't matter,
That who you liked wasn't important,
Being yourself where ever you went was okay.
But now that's all
changed.
You have to dress provocatively to get boys attention,
To be pretty, you have to have so many likes of a selfie on
Instagram,
Being yourself classes you as being a freak.
What happened?
But me and my friends couldn't care less,
because we know we're freaks,
we know we're the social outcasts.
It amuses us to see how hard some
people try.
Because what matters most in the end,
Is that YOU'RE happy with yourself,
What people think doesn't matter.
Nobody said you had to be like
them.
Be yourself,
Surround yourself with people who embrace who you really are,
Don't try hard to someone or something you're not.
Because it's
pointless, really.
Think you're ugly?
Honey, you're gorgeous.
Fat?
Love, you're just fine.
You're never alone.
There's always some one out there,
Always someone to listen,
Some one to care.
Some one who accepts you for who you
are.
You've just gotta accept that not everyone's gonna like
you or be your friend,
Trust the people who trust you,
Be yourself.
Just Be
Happy.
