not me.

there are many people in control of my life. but not one of them is me.

the teenage girl with perfect blonde hair and white teeth and a smile plastered on her face, standing on the street corner has more control over my life then i do. she controls how i act until i get out of her line of sight, but the control is simply passed to the next perfect person in my range.

everyone seems to get an opinion on me except for me.

everyone seems to be able to make me change my hair, dress a little different, put on a little more makeup.

but when will i ever do something for me?

will i be able to dress for me someday? not worry about impressing the girl on the street corner?

dye my hair back to brown, but not for someone else, for me?

will i stop dumbing myself down because the boy in my chemistry class might not find me attractive when he finds out i know more then he does?

many people have control over my life

but i want to know how i can control my life.