Everyone has an honest poem it seems.
A grouping of words going in detail about the seems that keep them together,
But me?
My words are crystal clear
Like staring straight through my anatomy
Clear
Cause i over think
Over analyze everything
Anyone
Anything.
Im a pretty face in a crowd of gorgeous,
That changes the definition of beauty....constantly
Maybe I'm insane?!
Because staring in the mirror everyday expecting to get ahead of the game.
By my looks is ridiculous,
expecting a different result from doing the same thing,
Is insanity
Man im a lost personality in a world swirling in trends,
Thigh gaps,
Uggs and starbucks,
Messy buns and fake hugs,
I got drunk off iphones and "#Alone" posts on instagram and snap chat,
Why do we all instantly ram this idea of 'Being Hip' and 'Having Lip' in our brains,
Why are we like this,
Posting pictures of ourselves in hopes to get likes on a face we,
DONT EVEN LIKE,
It confuses me,
It abuses my head to think this way of life is okay,
It's not okay...and quite frankly..it never will be..
