Not Your Doll

I'm not Perfect
I don't carry a smile like a beauty queen
I don't walk with it plastered on my face like a cosmetic add
And I don't want to

I'm not the Social Superstar
I don't blend into a party to amaze people with my wit
I don't come quick to speak to new people
Because I'm not an Attention Diva

Instead I wonder inside my head
Constantly lost in thought
To others, it seems I look depressed or saddened
Is thinking honestly that rare of an art?

My head is a constant tinker-tape of ideas, thoughts and an endless spinning pool of curiosities
Yet, because I don't smile and play as something they want to see
I'm something completely different

I am Me
I am not a piece of clay needing to be molded
I am not someone who needs to be changed be the
Two dimentional doll you need me to be

I am
An Writer
A Thinker
An Artist
And I will never be
Someone's Build-a-Girl