Real life or a nightmare?

Many days have I waited, have I longed and hoped. For someone to see me not as I foreshow but for what I hold inside. Looks can be deceiving but the happiest people are the most distraught. The people who hold their thoughts and feelings inside until they suddenly break down in bits of shattered dreams crushed to pieces of the cold floor that they once called home. Tired and frightened they try to run for help but they are only told to stand back like they are worthless, as the more 'sociably accepted' people are brought forward, leaving those left behind shadowing the people in front.

The voice I once had for myself has turned into nothing more than a bitter groan, as my hopes and dreams are stomped into the ground. I don't dare shout back and higher my tone as the people crowded around me are shouting through their phones. Glued on them not looking away, I watch closely as their eyes roll up and down as every tweet and re-tweet pinged in their notifications. The zombie like statues that hardly ever move open their mouths as a single ping! Flies out in a single bellow from their MAC painted lips. Is this what every girl hopes and dreams are now? Will every girl not have a choice for herself?

The silent anticipation of whether to be like everyone else in this 'goal' forsaken world. Or to be a unique person and be the way I want to be. But in this world I have no say in this matter, my words cannot be expressed in a way people will understand. When all a reaction I get from them is a single nod as they are forever refreshing their instagram feed, without taking a look at the outside world, missing everything around them just so they can 'keep up with the Kardashians'. To follow the forever updating trend. 

I look around me everyone trying to keep their brow game strong whilst walking across the road, not realising how dangerous they are being. Is this the world we live? Because I know I don't want to live like this as if everyone has to match and look the same. Why can I not just wake up? And pinch my arm hoping this is all a dream and that this world doesn't really just care about how we look and the way we dress. Why can't people just be accepted for who they are and not who they are not, the world would be a lot happier place if that was 'sociably accepted'. If the norm was being yourself and not some fake mannequin body. 

To be someone in this world would be a major accomplishment because the land if the walking orange Barbies, is not the world I want to be in. Wotsit colour is not a natural shade so why do people think they look good. This world shouldn't make people believe this looks good and is right, image if everyone looked exactly the same the world would be boring.

 Is this all a dream? Will I just wake up any minute now and this will all go away? The whole world has gone crazy and the whole world has gone blind. Cant people see this is not right, this isn't the world i planned to grow up in. The 'female zombie' is taking over!

The sound of pings are becoming too much to bare, I cannot not handle any more of the latest celebrity gossip. It's getting too much everything seems to get very stupid and very unrealistic. The walking Barbies are becoming an reoccurring nightmare as they savage the streets looking for the next victim to show their latest YouTube video to. Hoping to gain a new subscriber and maybe a new re-tweet. PING! The noise is now getting louder and louder as if the pings are becoming more of a chant and they are getting closer and louder, in the act to try and get everyone to listen, I cover my ears as I no longer want to let this witchery imprison me no more. The sound gets strong and heavier. Until it stops. I turn around slowly, as I notice a slight tap on my back. Stronger and stronger the tap becomes to be. At this point I turn around and the army of Wotsits are standing behind me, their mouths slowly opening but not fully as their foundation hardens they find it harder and harder to move. I step back not wanting to look at their clown makeup, everywhere I look more girls are appearing as if they are being recreated. The zombie apocalypse of the teenage girl has officially begun. Is this really how the female representation going to be. A bunch of walking talking zombies, who cant choose what to wear themselves. 

They are catching up with me now as I begin to run faster and faster away from these teens. Not wanting to be labelled as one of them and to be judge as a plastic doll. I pinch my arm hoping to wake up from this nightmare. Otherwise I cant leave this place, this is all what is surrounding me. I look behind me and my heart begins racing as the sudden urge to sprint comes into my mind. Am I going to be dragged into this? Is this what is going to become of me? Nothing but a fake Primark tan? That is swung off the side as someone is choosing what shade to cover their plastic body in.

The girls are catching up to me now and the pings begin to start over and over again. As their new favorite celeb has tweeted the newest 140 character tweet is posted. Refreshing and refreshing as they run with their phones in their hands, screeching each ping as if it has a symbolic meaning. I keep running but the smell of their Calvin Klein perfume begins to fill the air, the fumes surround me, giving me a slight headache. Is this too late am i going to be apart of this stereotypical female representation? Is this my life's work? Is this really what i want?

My legs are beginning to slow down now as the same from the perfume is being too much for my brain to handle, the ache of my head is becoming unbearable. The zombies swarm around me covering me in every makeup brand they can carry in their overly skinny jeans as my face begins to become one of their newest creations, my eyes begin to open. I am somehow back in my room, I run to the window to check I'm back to reality. What I see makes me think. Was that real life or a dream? Was that whole thing make belief or was i actually in reality. My arms tremble as the picture that is revealed in front of me is truly horrifying. Its something i cannot wake up from or run away.  Was this a dream or reality? Am i going to be forever trapped in this place?