Myself at eighteen
This girl was so lost.
Attention seeker till she died,
Lying to her soul,
Enemy of her heart,
Numb to her reality,
Disconnected from her feelings,
Black Barbie as she could be,
Validation she got from the fellas,
Wanted to be the next Rihanna,
In a literal sense,
She thought she was her,
Wore black all the time,
Wore a lot of jewelry,
Makeup,
Always had her hair done,
And dressed to impress,
Robyn Fenty was her idol,
It got so bad that people at school starting calling her Rihanna,
She became plastic,
Average,
Trying to fit in,
But tried to be a trendsetter,
she called herself a fashionista,
Her dream was to be a fashion designer,
She was egotistical,
Obsessed with herself,
Shallow she was,
Only talked to the cute guys,
This child was losing it.