disclaimer: i do not own Cat from victorious =(
Maybe they were right. Maybe she needed to grow up. Maybe she needed to change.
They all call her crazy. No matter how much she tries to be...normal. Yeah. Normal.
Sure, she has bright red hair that can make a red velvet cupcake jealous, a laugh that can brighten anyone's day, and even a smile that is always placed apon her face, no matter what.
No matter what happens. No matter what people do, or say. She is just tired of all the whispers. So, she simply blocks it out.
She closes herself off from the world. So she can dream of a place where there are rainbows and unicorns and candy. A place that doesn't have the whispers, or the looks.
She conceals her secrets, her life, underneath a sugar coating. And that sugar coating is so thick, that sometimes she can't even tell it's fake.
She is just that bubbly girl that has no cares and goes freely and isn't held down.
The girl that can have a million insults thrown at her about the way she lives her life, yet somehow she doesn't hear one word.
The girl that makes people have a double-take because they aren't sure if her hair is really that color, or if she really is that innocent. But, she's too use to pretending.
Pretending that everything is okay. Because it's not. And she doesn't think it ever will be. The stares, the whispers, the comments. They aren't going to go away.
But, covering it up does help, somehow. She can forget that she isn't that care-free and just pretend like she is because no one ever doubts it.
No one ever asks themselves if she is that bubby or if she really is that crazy, because they just know. They always know. She wants to know too.
She wants to believe that she can just throw away her worries, like they weren't even there, and start over fresh, everyday. She wants to have a new start everday, every hour, every minute.
Just toss her worries in the air like confettie. But, unlike confetti, she wants her worries to stay in the air. Not fall to the ground ever so softly, no. She wants them to go away.
So she simply makes them. Yeah, she can do that. She can do it because everyone believes it, including herself. Maybe, being normal isn't so good. Maybe, she likes being different.
Maybe she likes living that way. Maybe...just maybe...she likes her not-normal life. Maybe, she likes being...crazy...yeah.
She likes being a crazy kind of perfect.
I apologize if you don't like it...it just sorta popped into my mind.