Geek!

Look at me, I have four eyes.
And I always keep my hair in a ponytail
You're sick of it.
Yeah, I know
But change is harder when you're the one changing
And being yourself is hard when you've been one thing for so long
Maybe the me is not the me you always see
And I guess I am undercover
Because I know I want to curl up in my nostalgia
Sit down at a cafe or on a lawn and scribble and scribble
Write about when I was truly happy
Because before this I was riddled with sad sad sad
Now I know what it is to smile
Even in this cornyass poem that might not be ready for your eyes
I'm a geek undercover
Waiting to be discovered
So I can shove my glasses on...grab my notebook and disappear in my memories.

Gawk! Gawk! Gawk! Yeah, my idea of fun would be sitting down to one of those styrofoam cups of coffee with some paper and a pencil and just writing things down. Looking at people and wondering what they're thinking. Remembering independence. Thinking about how life is now. And just write. Because I always just write. I wish I could just write. Something worth writing.