Picture perfect,
cause we crop and delete.
Perfect bodies,
when we starve or barely eat.
Perfect family,
if you don't see the out-takes.
Perfect life,
although we know it's fake.
Only 'perfect' for our sakes.
But we'll do it for the applause,
in our eyes it's not a mistake;
as long as our 'steps' are followed by praise.
Only worth it, because of your praise.
The louder the drugs,
the worse the curse.
And the deeper buried,
the less the unknown is heard.
Perfectly edited ,
without any mistakes.
A movie without credits,
with perfect out-takes.
YOU ARE READING
Antidepressants (Outcast Series Book 2)
PoetryMy antidepressants are drugs. Not literally of course, but I still get addicted to their hugs.
