People say
Behind backs, in teasing tones
Disguising disgust undertone
That you're egotistic
Self obsessed
Narcissistic
Hissing whispers
How could someone be so vain
How could someone be so sick
With hundreds of photos of yourself
Selfies, in the night, in your pajamas
Selfies, in the day, sunlight in your hair
Filters that paint your face pretty
That make you forget
how your actual face looks
And people say
That's vain, that's disgusting
No wonder you don't have a boyfriend
Because you're too full of yourself
No one could meet your standards
In a committed relationship with yourself
No one is good enough
No one could stand you
But do they ever think
That perhaps, just maybe
That
Each selfie is a reminder
That yes, you could be pretty
Look, right at this moment
When you pose right, when you smile right
When the sun hits right then
You could be considered pretty
Or maybe even that doesn't work
So you use applications
Filters that enlarge your eyes
Sharpen your features
Change your face
It's pathetic, you know that
But that doesn't mean you could hold back
Those emotions that threaten to overwhelm
Insecuries that make it hard to breathe
You never seem good enough
As everyone wants to leave
You keep trying to someone better
Someone else
Wondering what could be the missing piece
Selfie time
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『Writing for ME,MYSELF,and I』
RandomI'm tired of writing for you,who don't deserve it I'm tired of waiting for you,and so I quit it I'm tired of being this heartsick fool,I had it ~ so now I'm writing to show that I've gotten over it ~ that I'm living that you ain't worth it ~ that I'...
