When I Was Younger

I look into the past,

What is it that I see?

A perfect little third grader,

The girl I never wanted to be.

She was so small and perfect,

And so very smart,

In fact her only flaw,

Was that she didn’t have a heart.

She lost friends so quickly,

Ones that had been hard to gain,

But the only reason they wanted her,

Was because of her brain.

She had no personality,

She painted serenity on her face,

She always sat properly,

She always knew her place.

Her friends were people she didn't trust,

And she knew they didn't trust her,

In the end they would leave, like everyone else,

And she'd have only a cat who wouldn't purr.

People still see her,

When they look at me,

Don’t they understand,

That’s not who I want to be!?

They think that I’m not humorous,

And that I always know what to do,

And I’m not perfect like they think,

Rules I’ve broken, are more than a few.

For some reason that’s how they view me,

As someone that I’m not,

They think I’ve never done anything bad,

But I’m clever, I’ve never been caught.

They think I’m not a friendly person,

They think I’m not a lover,

But always remember my favorite rule:

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.