Younger me

I used to tell a story

Of how I came from my own earth

I made up my own universe

A beautiful story of my birth

I told them all that I was different

Had a mind all of my own

I changed my name to change myself, to keep from falling down

They told me I was a princess

But I said I didn't want a crown

I named myself after fire

I wanted to burn everything down

I pretended I was special

Thought I could matter somehow

I said I'd never curse aloud

Never let anger rest upon my brow

I never dreamed of being perfect

Because perfect is a fake tan

I dreamed of being alien

Because humanity is so inhuman

I told them all lies

Because I hated the truth

In reality everybody dies

But not In a photo booth

I want to change people's perspective of me

Be Someone different

Than the person they all see

I look in the mirror

And a stranger looks back

So familiar I can't see

The beauty and hopeful lack

They all tell me to smile more

But who wants to see a fake

When they can wait and see

The truth before the give and take.