That Girl

She was the girl who always wanted to fit in.  She did have two or three close friends, but never had that group.  People were always telling her that she didn’t need a lot of friends.  It wasn’t that she didn’t understand them; it was they who had to understand her.
People never fully understood her.  Why she acted the way she did.  Why she felt the way she did.  Why she listened to the music she listened too, why she read so much.  The questions were endless.  All she wanted was to be understood.  To be with people like her.
She wanted people to understand her without the questions.
She wanted to be able to tell her friends what she was really like.  But she was afraid of what they would think.
Yet, she also wanted to be like the other teenagers around her.  She wanted to be outgoing and more friendly and much more.  But she didn’t know how.  But there were times when she was fine with the way she was.
You know what she eventually realized?  She shouldn’t give a damn about what other people thought of her, but in order for people to accept her for who she is, she had to accept herself first.