Anxious,
She walks down the halls.
Self concious,
They say she's everything she's not.
Pretentious,
Reality is scary.
So she pretends,
To be the perfect girl she can't be.
Anxious,
He walks to his room.
Self conscious,
He likes talking to the moon.
Pretentious,
He tries but its scary.
Pretending to be the perfect son,
That he can't be.
The drop of a pin,
Something breaks within,
Cause they're trying to be people they can't be.
Expensive shoes,
High heeled boots,
But behind that fake face they're breaking.
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Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories
Poetrymidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips
