I’d Rather Be Me

I wish I fit in, I wish I was cool.
I wish those popular girls wouldn’t be so cruel.
I wish I had cute clothes and soft bouncy curls,
But my hair is black, unlike those other girls’.
Why don’t I fit in? Am I not pretty?
Maybe, because they look down at me with pity.
What am I doing? Why do I care?
It doesn’t matter if they have cute clothes or curly hair.
How foolish of me! Who cares? Let them be!
I’d rather be me than what they want to see.