I’m so tired of being the responsible girl
The quiet girl,
The smart girl,
The girl who works three jobs and holds them all down,
The girl who has a 33 on the ACT and the grades to show it.
The “didn't think you’d like THAT music” girl
The “didn’t think you’d wear THAT shirt” girl
The “Since when do you watch THAT show “ girl
The “I can’t imagine you doing THAT” girl
Who is this consistency for?
(It’s certainly not for me.)
I am not a number.
(Or even two or three.)
I am not a constant.
(Is that what you want from me?)
And you know, I don’t really buy
That I’m just my MBTI
Because 4 letters can’t contain
All that’s trapped inside my brain.
I dance to all the songs I can,
I wear what I feel happy in,
I watch what makes me laugh,
And I march to the beat of my own drummer,
The rhythm in my chest,
Mine and mine alone.