Popularity, more like insanity.
Changing everything about yourself to fit in;
You're like the clothes on a mannequin, you never stay.
Spending all your money on a different face;
Injecting yourself with plastic until you're practically a Barbie doll.
If your aim was to be fake, you have succeeded.
Your family doesn't recognise you,
Can you tell what you've become?
Another mindless clone, brain-dead and done.
But all the parties you attend;
The secret admirer notes;
It's all worth it isn't it?
Let me tell you something; you're wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mentally Insane
PoetryPoetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credi...
