im not a fake.

my small moral victory has gone straight to my head
i thought my thoughts were in the background, but they were exceptionally ahead
so in this scene, come clean
i dont lust after lies or just in betweens...
will i ever be just like them?
am i going to wear those already ripped jeans?
talking on the phone until 11 p.m...

...will i ever be just like them?...


i fend off to think favorably of this
regularly a ceaseless shot and somehow you miss..
miss my point of carlessness
of how these people play the lead and endlessly communicate with their mobile phones
basically nothing but skin and bones..
but unquestionably..
id much rather prefer be me...
one of those people that you on no occasion see..


i bet you'd never guess how life can be


if your worthless.
if your constantly sad.
if your never okay.
if your unseen
if you wish you could disappear..
just because of that one little tear.
running down your face that your so ashamed of
bursting out tears and thats all you can think of

...but id much rather be me

than a fake.


theres no question that my small moral victory has gone to my head
if it wasnt so much for my accomplishment
id probably be dead..