Please (A stereotypical teenage girl's problems)

Please don't let me be stereotypical,
Or a teenage girl with feelings...
Anything but that.

Please stop me from trying to find love in unexpected places,
Give me the strength to keep my affections to myself,
Because nothing is like the summer movies, no matter how much I try.

Please remind me that I'm not pretty. My hair isn't perfect. I sweat. My face isn't perfectly symmetrical.
If I was pretty, I wouldn't have that problem.
Pretty people have it easier.
It's the way things are.

Please help me get over the recurring nightmares of me testifying my love for certain people, and watching the slow transitions from shock to horror to disgust.
I'd rather not make those images a reality.

Please keep me from slipping into insanity.
The way I have to hide any emotions at all.
Acting as if i don't care--I do, of course.
It's just easier if other people see that I don't.

I do all of this.
For them.
And maybe one day someone will appreciate me for it.
Probably not--but hey, isn't that what life's about?