Makeover

Why is it so much easier to rail and complain about our struggles and our worries than it is to sit with a contented smile and love the world? Why can't we talk about wild, imaginative endeavors and write our life stories with wit and joy? Why are some people so boring?

Long ago, charming speech fell from the lips of royalty and peasant alike. Words were weaved together like poetry and prose. I'd speak the same way if I could, but nowadays I'd be met with rude and amused glances. Are not the streets as free for me as for you?

I'm sick of conformity. And the lack of propriety in our society. The world needs a makeover. But I'm not yet bold enough to wear my true personality on my sleeve. Baby steps. New hair, new clothes. But it's not good enough.

I want to sing loudly in the hallways of Poway High. I want to speak my mind. And I want the world to see me for who I am, and accept me. And I want to make new friends, broaden my life. And get closer to the ones I already have :)

Stephanie