Well, Then There's The Prom

Another pity party ramble.

Well, then there's the prom
I hate dances
And remember the cheerleading
Again, I hate to dance
And I'm never cheerful
Don't forget shopping for the dress
And the nails in the salon
So many sparkles
So many shining things
That I don't want.
 
When I was a little girl
I loved tap dance shoes
I loved Cinderella's dress
Because it shone
With glitter
And when I was about twelve
I stopped wanting to sparkle
I wanted to be matte
I wanted to be flat
I wanted to be plain
I wanted earth tones.

I think it's because
Water meets at its own level
And I think it took twelve years
For me to realize
That nobody thought I was
Something to look twice at.