Am I? Aren’t I? ✿
Preteen girls on the playground parked on the curb, plucking their dying daisies,
"Does he love me? Does he not?".
It's unfair- let them be me! I sit on the curb of thirteen- sleepless,
"Am I? Aren't I? I can't be!"
My sweat and tears are dipped in misery, "Do I like her? Do I not?".
If god's there why'd he do this to me, "Why me! Why me!"
The 'normal' girls were content; I was dragged unwillingly.
Is my love not worth these daisies?
So now, when I tell you,
How dare you tell me,