in-between

I've been written on, studied, and labeled since birth

By people who are trying to figure out my worth

Was I cool, normal, odd, or just weird?

Turns out I was more worse than anyone feared.

Was it because I never followed anyone's lines?

My path always went curved and loopy with some

intertwines.

Maybe it was because I said I was beautiful before someone told me I'm not

Society wants that, but you think I forgot?

I know I have a few hairs out of place

I'm not a plastic toy with a pretty little face.

You say I'm a push over, just because I am kind

But something burns deep within me you won't wish to find

I have more levels, I'm more deeper than I seem

Because for now, I'm living in the in-between.