Fake

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I'm fake.

100% plastic.

So filled with sin, I have no idea who the "real" me is anyways.

If she ever, even existed

I have given up hope for myself

I'm disgusted with my own presence

I don't want to be around myself

I don't want to be me

I want to be normal

I want to be pretty and thin

I want to be super smart and witty

I want to be lovable and desirable but also shown respect. 

I can't stand myself

I'm not okay

I'm hurt

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