The Short Poetry Collection

Dare to Bede

Diarla Maharani, my full name. You guys just call me Diar. I was 13 years old, just last week my birthday. Like other children my age, I went through Junior High. And, at this age, girls begin to know the real life, begin to pay attention to their appearance, trying to be beautiful. Some feel in love, dating, heartache, and also a sense of insecure.

I'm Diar, an 8th grade girl who doesn't know fashion, doesn't know love, doesn't know how to use skincare, and other skin treatments. Meanwhile, all my friends understand very well about it. They say I'm old-fashioned, dirty, lame, and other bad words. In fact, even my best friend agrees with others. Be ill. Stuffy. Tears are overflowing, ready to shed. However, no. I can't cry, not here. I ran towards the toilet, got into one of them and tried to calm down while thinking.

At first, I felt confident in my appearance and understanding. When my friends wear hoodies, denim jackets, etc. I'm wearing enough school uniforms, there's no outside I'm wearing. When they are dating an upperclassman, underclassman, or classmate. I stay alone, single. When everyone asks what type of skincare is used. I kept quiet, choosing to read the book I brought from home.

Everything I do, of course, has a reason. I don't wear a hoodie because I don't have one. Buy out? Don't have any money. Using your parents' money? No, I don't want to. I'm not dating because I'm sticking to my principles. There are no dates before school. I don't use skin care because I'm not interested, nor do I have the money to buy it. Actually, I want to, it's just too lazy. Lazy to find out about this and that is because there are so many types. For oily skin, wear this one. For this skin, wear that one. To get rid of acne scars, use this one. Want brighter skin, wear this one or it could be that one. Arggh! Lots of types, confusing.

But still. Although I have my own reasons, I feel inferior, insecure. Moreover, their words about me have a point. I don't know, I don't know what to do. Imitate them so that they can only be accepted? That means I'm not myself anymore. It really violates my life principles.

Like eating simalakama fruit, that is my situation now. I want to be accepted by them, but not by having to follow their association. I want to stop feeling insecure, but what should I do? Then, one day I saw the words on social media.

"Don't be sad because you're different. If everything looks the same, where is the beauty? Seeing the monotony of things every day, isn't it boring? Therefore, love yourself because you are special in your own way"

For a moment, I was pensive, thinking about those words. Finally, I realized that different is beautiful. Life would be boring if everything looked the same. What's wrong with being different? What is wrong with loving yourself? Not wrong, is it?

But that doesn't mean we can't change. In fact, we have to change. Create changes that are desired by yourself, not just because of following the trend. It just makes us forget what we really are. So, love yourself, huh?

Being a teenager is not easy

All tastes are spilled

Choose right and wrong

Be yourself or give up

The shame began to grow

Dropping mentally on the heart

Life is empty, there is no heart

Keep believing in yourself

No reason to forget

Except for the reason to dare

Dare to show up in front of everyone

I'll hold you tight

So that you do not fall

When they stare at you

And blasphemy you don't need

Close both ears

How big a gap there is

No matter the sound out there

Enough heart in the body