Sun, 01/15/2017 - 20:44 -- mdikos

Fitting in was never really my goal

I had plenty of friends of my own

But there was something about that one group of girls

That made me crave to be their clone 


I tried and I tried

Harder and harder each day

But as I came closer to being like them

My old friends began to fade away


Fitting in with the group that didn't care

While moving away from those who did

One day while talking about lacrosse and nail polish

I realized I wasn't interested


I had tried so hard to be like them

That I forgot my real friends

I lost sight of who I truly was

I knew my pseudo-personality had to end


I went back to my old group

My friends that had been there since day one

I now appreciate them more than anything

And I put them above everyone

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