Who am I really? Behind my mask of makeup and fake facial expressions?
Am I just the girl that stares at me through the mirror? Cold and shallow? That's what it feels like sometimes. I can't seem to care about others, I just worry about me and at the expense of others. I'm selfish, I want every thing for myself.
I want to rub it all off until I'm just a mass of nerves and veins. You wanted to see what I was like on the inside, well here I am.
YOU ARE READING
Polaroid
PoetryMoments of time captured through writing. {Cover made by @wreckclifford} WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE MAY OCCUR
