disgusting and decrepit
maintaining youth and good posture at all times
selling souls and skin for fleeting moments of happiness
oh how I hate those teenage girls
those girls who pose and pout and get what they want
those girls who manipulate and play mindgames
those girls who don't feel pretty, but put on such a cool mask
it's so unfair that i have to rot around all day
avoiding meals and mirrors
I often feel like a small child wearing a tall trench coat
Trudging through the snow
Its waist deep and it blinds me
Covers me so lightly
And swallows me whole
like shifting shadows moving across walls and space
I constantly reflect everything and everyone
daydreamers like to envision a new world
one where every cog in the machine does its job
we get tired of being the mirror
It's hard somedays
When I don't know what you think
When I can't take away your pain
When I'm not your first choice
It's hard somedays
When you don't know how I feel
When you don't realize your actions
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