I am truly sorry
For the life I lead,
I am sorry
That I'm not the perfect image you dreamed of,
Of a normal girl with a proper face
Respectable dreams and ambitions
I guess you don't seem to understand
I have dreams too
I have a face just like you
They just don't match up to what you want
Why do you want ordinary?
It only leads you nowhere
Like a flat tire in the middle of a highway
I am sorry I'm not a flat tire
But then I wouldn't be moving at all
I'd just be stuck
Why do you prefer realism?
Haven't you ever heard of imagination?
Imagination, a kingdom of big visions and wide opportunities?
Where dreams run free like a herd of cattle making their way to the pen,
And nothing is too absurd
I am very sorry,
That my dreams are not befitting,
For a regular girl
I have never been a regular girl
Nor will I ever be
As long as I have a face like mine
A body which does not adhere to normal, beautiful appearances
Regularity is dead,
Dead like a candle that burned out
So I am sorry,
That I am not a girl most of the world sees daily
But what I'm NOT sorry for
Is for being who I am
And being proud just being me