i am the type fromed of a generationthat couldn't care lessor more.our apathy matches our passionour rebellion matches our morality.somewhere between remaining normaland standing out,average and unique:a girl like me can only be an extreme.Built with a sign next to my number that inevitably will read:"nowhere near enough"or"way too much"--that is how my substance is determined,fating if i'm worth sacrificing a need for...
i know you hear my complaintspay attention to them, God.i don't know how to ask for helpbut know i only ask you.hear me late at nightwhen the ocean is the only livingand i am awake with the worriesof a shallow heart.I refuse to believe your happinessn my disappointend appearancesbut rather delight in my renewed faithand sincere need of you.Because of you inmistakable purpose...
i am the sume of the things i must be.most can depend on their perfect curvea narrow midslender featuresan ability to be daintily loved by anyone. by a bat of a lasha walk from wall to wallthey warrant an affection that takes meall my best talentseffortsmaterial.i've grown to learn that i add up to a person you wouldn't justlovebut rather would have to...
Everything(my perfectly curled hairmy evenly applied skin tonemy sugar painted lipsevery sparkle on my lidsevery gem on my lobesevery streak on my lockall my layers pulled tightall my straps well adjustedall my fixings kept discrete)isn't what it seems. ...
Lack of motivation,a messy collageor disorganized emotion,lazy,disgraceful,a baggage loaded depictionof a pretty face.How has He created me(designed,crafted)to define the need of overcompensation,despite the work done tomeasure upmore than enough,never enough.I cried out to the Onewhose idea this was,created in His image,disappointed without progress,lacking vision beyond the moment,despising what i see.How am i to represent you, Godif you haven't done the same.How am i...
I've nothing but the face of one you'd like to lovebut can't bring yourself to lookbeyond what you think you see,what you'd rather believewhat you've always sworn by.I am more than the width of my backthe skin from my chinthe gravity of my legs.My character adds up to morethan the number you'veengraved on my chestburned on my armsreplaced for my face.I chose not...
"i know everyone had their own reinvention... but yours has a taste that's hard to swallow." ...
