Why do I have to be a certain shape?
Why do I have to be a certain weight?
Why do I have to paint my face?
My undies have to be lace,
Because I'm a lady and we have to dress a certain way.
And god forbid not wearing makeup,
Our face needs to be perfect even when we wake up.
But then we say we say "don't be normal just stand out!",
And when we try we get kicked back down.
Well hear me out,
Fuck the makeup,
Fuck the lace.
And when I wake up,
Don't look at my face.
Because im not prefect,
Im perfectly flawed.
And don't tell me how to dress,
Fuck you all.
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Depressing Poems
PoetryA few depressing poems written by @nahhnahhnahh Δ...TRIGGER WARNING...Δ RAZORS ARE RED Razors are red, Violins are playing. You're at my funeral, On your knees praying. You hope its not real, That its all pretend. The heartache you feel, One day...
