AN: Hey All! It's been a long while, hasn't it? Anyway, I was in a mood the other day and started writing... then I thought how Chibi-Usa could fit this a little bit. So, I don't own anything to do with Sailor Moon but all the wording and feelings in this are mine!
I look at this group and wonder why I'm here. I'm not of this crowd, yet here I stand smack-dab in the middle. It's funny how I can never seem to get the dress code right.
They're dressed up, and I've dressed down. I wear a skirt, but they have sweatpants on. They laugh; I cry. I smile; they frown.
A never ending circle that I'm involved in, yet can never be apart of. Has it always been this way?
I think it has.
I'm the black sheep that always makes the wrong choices.
I am the walking, talking, living, breathing contradiction that they themselves have created, and are now continually scolding me for being.
I'm the selfish person who would give my very life for my friends and family.
I'm the obese one that gets yelled at because a huge dinner was made and I'm not eatting enough.
I'm the loner who tries to join in the conversation and promptly gets shoved out.
I'm the rebel who usually followed the rules.
I'm the bitch with her heart on her sleeve.
I'm the overly opinionated girl who hides her thoughts in fear of offending another.
I'm the self-conscious woman in tight clothes and a "no one can beat me" attitude.
I'm the judgemental female that believes there is good in all.
I laugh when I cry
I smile when I complain
I yell when told to shut up
I know the truth, yet embrace my imaginary world
I am a walking disorder; I'm just like everyone else
I am as right as I am wrong
I'm intelligently confused
I am competitive as I easily give up
I'm trying to find my place in a world that tells me I don't have one
I am simplicity in it's most complicated form.
I am me