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This uncontrolable jelousy
Builds up deep inside of me
people say they're jealous of me
they keep telling me
that im handsome enough to be in magazines
and that i speak so confidently
I didn't grow up in a home,
I grew up in houses,
13 schools and a murder attempt and "Run as fast as you can, find the neighbor, and stay there till I call the police!"
My mom's ex-boyfriend,
Slammed into lockers,
pushed into walls.
This life just wont stop hurting.
When I am all alone,
I can see the world,
for what it truly is.
I walk alone on the edge of the road,
Without a filter you see my flaws
I’m not the most beautiful girl in the world
But I’m the best version of me
Behind the filters you see the real me
Not who they want me to be
We all want to be special in some way in the world,
but what holds us back?
Is it the failures, mistakes, or misfortunes of our past?
It's the scars that pose as the three.
I am me,
there is noone else I would rather be.
Sure I have OCD,
but that only expresses me.
Yes, I love photography,
it is my way to feel free.
Writing is my way to say,
Help,I am not okay.
I see him, my heart flutters
Yet he sees me and he only sees my body.
Am I silly for wanting him? No I don't think so, doesn't he want me?
My friends shake their head, but I'm in denial of their obvious truth,
Selfies are stupid,
You can fight me if you think otherwise,
When people take them in public,
I look at them cross-eyed,
What the fuck are you doing,
Why filters exist, is another damn question,
Every night I lay awake in bed
Trying hard to keep you off of my mind
Feeling hurt about the bad things you said
Wondering why you couldn’t be more kind.
Who am I?
I am a dreamer
I let my emotions take over me
And I dream.
I dream of my past, present, and future,
I dream of what I long for,
I dream of life
i am sleepless nights
counting the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling
covering my mouth until my knuckles are white just to keep the sound in
tears on my cheeks match the temperature of my body
A mask
Is a thing to hide one's face
An actor
Without one is just a disgrace
But masks are for actors
And not for you
I like your face
And I like you too.
Do you ever get that feeling? That no matter what you do, you can never live up to the expectations? The expectations that are set by your parents or your friends or the society around you?
Everything I see, I see through someone else's lens,
Someone else's point of view.
Someone else's tap and click.
Not bad, just different.
but when you take our filters our lenses our taps our clicks
