In the middle of all those chics

I was like this broken record

That keeps on repeating words

Strangled with the panic cord

I never really got those trends

Revolving around downtown

Stuck in the pages of old books

I drowned in the light brown

They laughed at me everyday

Because I missed neon nights

But I was a girl who truly loved

The sunlit alleys and daylights

I couldn't take the roar of mobs

So I hid myself in shady corners

I feared getting hurt by the rush

I passed by them like foreigners

I loved those happy rainy days

That created little water puddles

And brought out innocent kids

Who laughed in Nature's cuddles

They called me a dumb person

I was a girl who blinked too slow

Slightly lost in all the wilderness

I just forgot how to fit in the flow

But here's the thing about trends

They keep on coming and they go

But I was the designer of my story

They just couldn't see my soft glow