What's the deal?

What’s the deal?

I’m not pretty enough to catch his eye
I’m sure not ditzy enough to keep it
I’m not cool enough to fit in with the crowd
But I’m not different enough to stand out
I’m not perfect enough to live up to it all

Why do people act like I’m destined to fail?
Why all of a sudden am I not good enough?
Why should I be expected to change who I am
When I’m not the one with the problem?

I’m tired of the looks, I’m sick of the lies
I don’t want to have to keep explaining myself
To people who don’t want to understand
But ask me questions anyway

I want the freedom to be myself,
Away from the expectations
It’s pointless to aim for success
When the standards are ridiculous
And attainable only by blonde smokers
The perfect people with all the right faults

What’s the deal?
I don’t want to have to change
Especially since it’s never going to happen
But I’m exhausted
Tired
Irritated
Annoyed
Frustrated
Why can’t it be the world to change?

And how can something so intangible
Possibly be overcome without compromise?
Would compromise be worth a smile, an award,
Praise for reaching normal?
Or is that failure in itself the real prize?