marchingirl

I am surrounded by nameless faces, speaking meaningless words, whirling around me in a colorful blur. The buzz like bees, spouting cuss words like some many drops of spoiled honey. I don't belong here, not with these people, not in this world. I feel numb. I know I am loved by many and I love them but compared to the blurs that passed me by they are few.

Am I emotional and melodramatic? Maybe sometimes, but I am simply a child of the times. Can I be hurtful and mean? Yes I can, we as humans live in a cruel, cold world known as society. Many people I interact with on a daily basis conform to societies almost degrading image of women. Yes I know we are equal to men but as a teenage girl I am bombarded by fads and standards that make it hard to like my body and accept who I am. It seems tome that men are only interested in a size six waist or a pierced skater babe. I am neither  I'm not really a feminist either. I accept equality and think women who abuse it are idiots.

I was called today a rare and special girl, but i don't see it. Unique, odd, or even weird come to mind when I try to describe myself. I have been called beautiful and gorgeous but again I don't see it. Sure, I'm cute but I'm not being modest when I say I don't see these qualities. I really don't see them.