Expectations.
Expecting to look "on fleek."
Expected to look like your fine and yet you shriek from the inside.
Trying to hide the feelings that abide.
Expected to be taken.
Swept away by a perfect relationship.
Unless I'm mistaken, one with Instagram credit.
Find the one who's "it."
Hmmmm
Selfie perfection.
Get all the right angles.
Show some cleavage but don't be a hoe.
Don't show too much skin, wear to much makeup or have too many guy friends.
Hmmmm
Why does it matter how many friends you have or how many likes you get?
Confidence lost, worth lost, hope lost.
You always feel like something's missing, but it's not.
Hmmmmm
You're probably thinking, pffft, why does this even matter?
Well, you tell me...
