And is it not hilariously ironic that we put makeup on our faces to look beautiful, but in the end we only get dry skin, and pimples.
Looks aren't simple.
I hate how subjective it is, because no matter what clothes we wear, what race, or how you do your hair, you will truley never be good enough for anyone. Because nobody cares.
And I swear there's always something I could be doing to better the image of how others see me.
Don't waste your energy and breathe on feeding your ego because the only one who can even try the slightest to comprehend what's inside your brain is yourself.
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PoetryWARNING: this book is very unorganized, not well written, and a lot of the poems in here are shit c: oki thanx Poetry/ thoughts by: Cassidy Trent. A complication of my original poems and thought. All of these were written by me: Cassidy Trent If you...