He twirls me again and dips me and I giggle again. My cap falls off and I lose my amused tone, reaching down to set it back on. My hair falls down and I swallow, hoping no one else noticed.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
"I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school... I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy..." — Unnamed Girl from "Mean Girls"