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By collegechica Date: 2001 Dec 05 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.05.01.32.20219]] |
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"Respect is won in different ways With females, you're a trusted pal That never tells secrets and is Always there to tell the other that They are a great person, nice. With males, you have to take a Shot in the mouth, a big hit in The biggest game of the season. You have to not cry and be sure To laugh and stay emotionless. I won respect tonight myself, but What's funny is that when they All turned their heads, I let go. I cried, mourning the fact that I could never be beautiful to them. I will always be "one of the guys," And as much as I used to want that It's ironic how much I hate it now. I hate it with a passion I've never Had for anything else before tonight. I feel so ugly, so below their standards. I don't know why I am mourning that, I don't know why I feel like I feel. All I know is that when I was hurt All I wanted was someone to come Give me a warm, inviting hug and say "Everything's going to be okay, okay?" But I'm just not their type, not theirs. No, never ANYONE'S, damn it... And I hate it more than anything else." |