Sorry, that I can't be everything,
that you ever wanted,
in me.
Sorry, that I'm going to speak my mind,
and have my voice be heard,
but it's wrong because I'm a minor,
so my voice doesn't matter.
Sorry, that I'm not willing,
to be like every other girl,
not willing to wear a tight shirt,
for that one guy,
or be his baby doll,
to mess with whenever he wants.
Sorry, that I'm not going to follow,
all of the rules, so I can be,
mommy's little angel at home,
because I have opinions too,
why can't mine be listened too,
instead of just theirs?
Sorry, that I'm not going to fit into,
society's image of a teenager,
and do something with my life.
Sorry, that I'm not the most outgoing person,
and have a halo that is held up by little,
devil horns.
Sorry, that I don't know the latest song,
or that I'm not a pouring over,
the glossy images in magazines.
Sorry, that I make mistakes,
and say stupid things that shouldn't be said,
sometimes.
Sorry, that I can have a sarcastic tone,
sometimes.
Sorry, that actually care about my friends,
and family.
Sorry, that I have hopes and dreams,
that are not what you wanted.
Sorry, that I know some things,
thirty year olds don't.
Sorry, that I can't be your steroetypical teenager,
or that I can't be perfect.
Sorry, that I won't be anything,
but myself.
Nothing more,
nothing less.
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