The Girl Who Said No To Normal

Everyone's changing and growing up.
But I feel like I'm being left behind.
I don't always have perfect hair, that's a definate.
I only wear masscara as I don't really need anything else.
I'm always left in the dust of others when it comes to fashion.
I generally take fashion advice from my Mum.
My friends are falling in love, whereas I'm just recovering.
I don't have a long string of boys who follow me wherever I go, they have better things to do.

So what am I going to do? Invest in some new clothes? Maybe try and work out how to perfect the art of eyeliner? Maybe I should mature a bit, like cheese?

Then again, I could stay how I am. And perhaps, just be me?

Inside me, there's a teeny tiny hole.
It used to be bigger, but it shrinks, this teeny tiny hole.
It was once as big as me, I was one big hole.
Empty was this hole.

I grew back, out of this big hole.
I grew big and strong from this hole.
Until one day, it was the size of a pea, this hole.
It's almost gone, the hole.

It's still there, inside me is this hole.
A constant reminder to not trust, is this hole.
One day, it will be microscopic, this hole.
Until one day, there's nothing left.

S.