The Randomness of It All

Apparently I bring out the best in you But you only see the best in me And I can’t help but wonder what you would do If you could see the worst in me Would you Run and hide or Jump and glide Out of your own self pride Just to get away from me? Would you Swallow your fear And just keep me near Because you know I’m actually dear Even the worst side of me? Honestly it’s dark Honestly it’s bleak Honestly its lies Honestly is meek I’m not actually happy Here on the inside of me But you or anyone else Would never see The dark side of me Because as the song goes “Everybody’s got a Dark Side, Do you love me? Can you love mine?” But see the next line was wrong. “Nobody’s a picture perfect, But we’re worth it, You know that we’re worth it” The problem is some people are And many are not The pretty girls The skinny girls The girls with the perfect hair Are picture perfect compared to The crazy girls The heavy girls The girls who don’t really care. So here’s to the girls like me Even though this is written to you Let’s wake up late And not do our hair Pile on loads of makeup Cause we don’t really care Right? Wrong. We give that illusion, Because if we did care we’d get hate For trying so hard But not making it to home plate But if we don’t care we’re hipsters We might be remotely cool But in the end everyone has still gone To Sunday school The nice ones The mean ones The ones who won’t play The naughty ones The snot nose ones And those who turn out gay Unless you have parents We don’t follow a religion (Ha-ha lucky you You get to make your own decision)