They said growing up would be easy,
They lied.
They said it would be fun and I would party all night, every night,
They lied.
They said depression wouldn't be real for me,
They lied
They said everything would be perfect,
They lied
They said I wouldn't need to wear makeup,
They lied.
Everything I know about the world is a lie,
Everything I believed when I was little was a lie
This, this is the truth
Growing up is going to be hard
You won't party all night or every night
Instead you will be studying at 1 am and trying to make your parents happy,
You will get depressed,
Nothing is going to be perfect,
I have to wear makeup to fit into what society wants me to be so I don't get picked on,
So I don't get singled out from people,
So I look normal,
So I fit the standard
But you know what,
Fuck that
I want to be my own person,
With my own look,
With my own mind
Not what society wants me to be
But what I want to be
What I want to do
What I want
Whatever I thought was my moms
This, this is reality
And I need to accept it.
Or leave it.
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Randomlittle things that happen in my life, short stories, poems and things like that. Random updates on my life. (SOME THINGS MAY BE DEPRESSING)
