barbie

dear diary,

today is Christmas and I got a new Barbie.

she probably doesn’t like me because

i still haven’t taken her out of the 

box…

you never change, really

you’re always particular

bound by one idea

you get stuck in your head

now, it’s not about toys 

it’s about people

you walk inside the lines

afraid if you step out

others will run away from you

you’re not easily convinced

when someone tells you

you’re their friend

you still believe the weight

of the world lies on your

shoulders

you will try to fit into a box

the box will break

again and again

you will lose bad friends

and make new ones

lose them again

your ideal of a woman is not real

she is elusive

a ghost

A shadow

if you follow her you

will not know yourself

anymore

you are a kid

savor it

jump up and down

scream

cry

don’t care

you’re free

dont think about the future

thats for me to worry about