Lyrical Essay

You’re at elementary school, private. Heads down scribbling your times table.
You look up

at all the copy pasted kids doing the same task every day under the guise of learning…Growing. You like your group of friends, the other guys in the class are nice to you too.

You think the uniform might look better on you if you had short hair.

On your way to middle school, first time that your school clothes are really yours. You think that you picked them out well. The basketball shorts are comfy, and you think your t-shirt is nice. You meet a nice person in your first class, you think the pink goes well with the skirt, and her hair is pretty and long. You look around realizing she is not alone in her attire.

For a second left out.

Then she says that she likes your aesthetic, thinks that your short hair really works with your look. This is comforting you realize

even though you have slipped out of your mold.

High School has been going well. You have found nice clubs to join, and your circle of friends has grown even wider. You were asked out yesterday, and decide not to turn her down but try it out. You wonder if the world is really twisting, because no one else seems to care.
School is fun.

Walking down the street with your friends hand in yours. Your life has been different since you’re single, and you’re glad you’ve found someone to talk to. You turn
And hear from across the street, how middle schoolers in relationships are so cute. You look and realize that they are talking about you.

I feel most out of place when I’m pushed against the mold of who I should be.