That some would organize
I'm more than fancy silver locks
or one you'd classify.
More than klutzy, more than fun
I'm smart and shrewdly wise
Naive I'm not; so quit your "hun"
Or face this smile's diguise.
I'm forced to be Miss goody good
So worry naught for me
A carbon-copy piece of wood
Remaining till I'm free
There's more to me than just a smile
Or friendly fragile wave
Although I'm human all the while
I'll try to just "behave"
I yearn to be unique and new
Discover who I am
To learn when "I myself" is true
Help me through this jam
For I am not a perfect box
I'm more than what I seem
Though labled with your typecast rocks
I will become my dream