the last of my kind

i am the last of my kind the one that is fake the one that is true the one that wishes never to dream only to awake the one that is prep but a little bit punk the one that has a rep as being a "good girl" just itching to get drunk the one who is said to be pure this of which she is unsure the one who is saying wait until marriage but for her this truth is only an image the one who always tells the truth with the occasional big lies the one who acts so happy while on the inside she dies the one who is true to herself while she is breaking apart the one who said shes going to be happy forever when happiness is the least emotion felt the one who sits there and makes fun of those who feel while she is at home writing poems to help her deal the one who feels guilt for the people shes hurt only to go back and hurt again the one who is oh so sweet only to commit another sin i am the last of my kind as you can so tell i am fake and i am real never knowing which way to turn never really knowing how to deal