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dear idol i want to be like you dear idol i want to be you scratched your name into my arms your face is my tattoo your tattoo is my face i've been listening a decade
All I wanted was a little attention All I wanted was a little fame Under my Sisters’ wings’ all my life I had lived All I wanted was my own name.
I just Hate it when girls like me Get yelled at for making Stupid Faces But When the popular people do it, its cute? Then I can make a video of My friends and I being stupid, Its ugly
Dear clumsiness, I hated you for years. I dreaded your arrival, That would often leave me in tears. Dear clumsiness,
At the bottom of the food chain This was the beginning of my campaign and the start of my reign Soccer was my passtime I begun the climb Meeting friends and was in my prime
Back when we were all friends Back when nobody used to judge each other – Because of popularity Or current trends.
Imma take you all back to the Civil Rights Team When Martin Luther King came n the scene Emotional About some dream And you see he wanted us to believe That love was the key
I’ve found my tribe Finally, finally, finally After years of girls with Perfect hair, endless happiness Look at them go, look at them
Do you like my Pretty little mask? It smiles and it waves. It hides the girl underneath And fills so many graves. So Many girls both near and far, Want my mask of sin.
Social Media is a game controling our life. Loging on to Facebook Recieving "Likes" Logging on to Twitter Receiving "Favorites" Logging on to Vine Receiving "Revines"
I look at people and see, see the truth and power they carry. I want that within me, why can't this be? Words cause pain, you may not know it, but I look at my eyes and all I see is rain,
I was born with the sun in my teeth and hair with mercury pouring out of my fingers and toes Unburdened with the notion of needing to be anything at recess I practiced the sprinkler so I could be everywhere at once
I’ve seen society fall apart.
Its monday morning, pull on the mask of mourning the perma-glue to hold it tight, the mask'll never fit just right it stains my hands, my hair, my face popularity is just a social race
you all are so self inclined like your strugles are any worse than mine. like you could be any greater than me, just because you wrote your feelings in lines? Oh, how wonderful it must be,
Blue inked fingers kiss innocent paper, staining the edges with my fingerprints.
Skinny jeans, hugging your thighs, just a bit too tight. Purchase sleek iPhone case designs. Sip overpriced coffee, photograph the name on the cup. Accumulate more likes,
Finally been thinking about all those thoughts in your head and those feelings that wouldn't come out? Sometimes you can't say it out loud,
People today focus on superficial interests They have a focus telling them that Sex is success Wealth is success Vanity is success Popularity is success
It's all about the money, It's all about the popularity. I don't think I fit in with it. Don't want to be a part of it. I tried I couldn't handle it, I took my pride and I ran with it.
The Fairytale seemed so easy.
My mind is a portal to worlds of possibilities of success. There I sit in my imaginary kingdom of ease and finesse While I caress my thoughts of future glory and a new kind of persona- A man that will generate much fame and renown.
please beware the end is near when it gets here i expect you to care if you do then head my advice if you dont youve been warned for when we reach the end the rope
The walls just keep crumbling... Into the sea in which I keep fumbling As I looked upon the water something I wasn't able to see A reflection of my world and the reflection of me
Every day at school starts out with the same thing.
Waves crash against the shore, A storm is on its way. I cling to my desk in a bitter hope That it will all pass over me. But as they walk by, Their lightning strikes— Cold, hard stares
Prithee tell me, high school When does it stop being cool To kiss the Queen Bee's feet? She may be full of honey But she's anything but sweet. Her eyes shine much like diamonds
The aesthetic beauty of the mind to behold. Not one can abate my hunger, my disease, I've come upon these thoughts to ponder, The substantial blank you bring appease. To whom to which the eyes behold,
I have lost all my values , I don’t know who I am anymore is it even all worth it giving up what I believe, giving in ,following the crowd just to be seen ,just to be popular what does it all really mean I am lost and but I don’t know if I’m rea
A President in a funk Whose once broad support, now shrunk. All the voters now Prefer cash for cow. His career ends with a clunk.
I am a sticker strapped to a chest, telling all, revealing nothing. My clothes speak too, dictating my location, my hat says that I cannot join.
The platforms are my heels, votes garnered with the slick smile on my face. Pristine pearls and playful pins make my ballots better.
Sitting at this table all alone Looking at the cool kids in the zone When will this segregation end When will this equality begin They are all envied by all But for reasons unknown they want to see me fall
Fake moments lead to real feelings But can we separate the two? Why kid ourselves when we've got careers to do.
If I were an artist I’d bathe myself in color And allow my art to consume me I’d wash myself with charcoal And paint my features with pastel I would wake in the midst of night
Ladies and Gentlemen, Sit in your seats, For you are about to read a great play, Of nothing but deceit: We push the people we don’t understand, We drown in our sorrows, Yet extend our helping hand,