Everyone thought I had everything:
The fashion, the fame, the likes, and the views
Because that's all they saw.
A pretty face with freedom to choose
And no need to ask for more.
It was a life that some envied, some admired, and some shared
But no one could understand.
That life that I lived, wasn't to be compared.
Not when it didn't happen at all how I planned.
I wanted a life only simple and new
Full of joy, full of smiles, full of love.
But what I got given was this:
A life with no work, as if sent from above,
Always feeling like there's something to miss.
"Be grateful!" dad yelled, "Others have it worse!"
And that fact couldn't be more true.
"There's people suffering as if they were cursed
And all that help, instead, is given to you."
People complain as life carries on as if nothing has changed at all.
My face always covering news.
Pressing matters are forgotten like they were only small
And my fame holds nothing to lose.
"Be grateful!" Dad yelled, as people wanted my life.
One with arguments over makeup and clothes.
"What would look good today?" I'd ask through others' strife
Pleasing however many followers, God knows!
Pleasing people with a smile, and fashion, and fame.
Helping no one, that's what they wanted to see.
Gaining all their likes, and their views, and their trust. I'm to blame!
For suffering.
All they saw
Was me.
YOU ARE READING
The power of emotions
PoesíaThis is a poetry book: some are positive, some are negative and some unintentionally turn out deep and/or spiritual because that's part of me. I'll try to make as many poems as possible positive though :) I'll add to this whenever I feel like it an...
