We all want to live perfect lives
We want our social medias to shine
With photos from our highlight reel
I wanted to be a curated messy
Perfect to the touch, you could imagine,
But you'd never get close enough
I created myself to be
The person you'd love to meet
So I could hope you'd envy me
I always was falling apart
Wishing I had more friends, more love
Wondering why I couldn't just speak
I stared at myself for so long
That my acne crusted and personality dusted
And I trapped myself in my own cage
You could say that I'm always happy
That I've always had it all go right in my life
On paper maybe I achieved beautiful messy
Now you call me beautiful,
I don't know how to tell you I'm not photogenic
I just accept the compliments
You really don't know
The days, the discouragement, all that amounted
To fashion me this way
I became a still, crystal human
Someone who looks too nice, too smart,
Just so people would like me
I've still failed in my hopes
Because people won't talk to, connect with,
A shiny face with no story to tell
What more can I do
After I crafted my personality, looks, dreams,
And I'm still unloved
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Allusions of Life // Poetry
PoesíaThe simplest way to convey something is through beautiful, simple words. They portray the most complex, and the most layered issues. Whether it's the daydreams I fantasize, or the issues of the world, I will write about it. This is my poetry. This i...
