I walk through the halls
Alone and unsure
Hug my books to my chest
Pretend to be secure
I flirt and laugh
Joke and talk
Inside I'm just scared
Of, I don't know what
I give advice and take it
I try to be fair
But I'm sick of this feeling
Of only being there,
For them, for everyone but me
I don't want to be left behind
Don't want to not know
I want to be sure
Of where my life is going to go
What does it mean,
When you don't have dreams
What does it mean,
When you don't really believe
What can you do,
To make yourself real
Is it like Little Women
Where the unsure just die
Is it like tv,
Where everyone has a dream
Or is it reality
Where life passes you by if you don't grab hold quick
Where only the exceptional are happy
Where only the special have their dreams come true
Where only the lucky really matter
Don't you wish you were exceptional, special, or even just lucky?