Writing

If we can't be one, then we are none.

If everything is different, then everything's the same.

Have you ever considered the money we spend on mascara

The thoughts we spend on our outside

I don’t want them to see that pimple there

Or I hate my color hair

You’re always beside me

Or maybe in front 

You always amaze me

Even though you’re the runt

You aren’t too useful

But I love you so

I would die without you

When friends start bullying

When children start polluting

When everyone is taking

When neighbors start killing.

Maybe that’s when

Friends should start listening 

I'm right behind you

I'm in your walls

Saying you're ugly,

Fat,

Too tall

I'm everywhere

I'm in your phone

I like to kill

Things I own

I'm your conscience