I put on my lipgloss, it's the finishing touch that just happens to complete the outfit.
Pink is the theme today, which means a pink headband down to the pink shoes on my feet.
I could say each day was a different color rotation but I never wear an outfit more than once.
This is how I maintain my statue, one that I hold deep to me.
One more than anyone could ever know
The expensive clothing and the popular statue are all fake, an act if one would say.
I put on my mask one where you cant see the crakes underneath and control the crowd.
I like the power that I have over everyone, I feel no longer broken or cracked.
One wrong move is all it takes to be swashed under my foot.
I wasn’t always this way but I can’t let them see
The old me, the one who wasn’t this determined to fit in.
Back then I could be whatever I wanted
Not anymore, I am too far gone to be that way.
I won’t be hurt like I was before and this is the only way possible.
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Author:
picklesthecat (
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- Published: April 26th, 2022 14:34
- Category: Surrealist
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