I'm talking to you
You're the one sitting pretty
Everything is good, as long as it looks nice
You don't see what's right, what a pitty
Your trying harder
Like your plan is to take it to the grave
What was the trigger that got you this way
Must've been a bad day, a good thing gone astray
Try on the whim
Letting go of all of the sadness
All of the frowns
What's catching you down
Having it tough I see
You're stressed
A little bit of luster as a pick me up
Till you're back where you started
You got stuck, superficiality
Try to let go, you're beautiful
Have a taste of reality
It won't hurt to try
There's no shame in looking good
But when you can't get out the door
The world is desensitized
What do women even look like anymore
YOU ARE READING
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PoesíaRandom poems, nothing special. It's more of a hobby when I'm bored or have something on my mind. It's just a bunch of stuff I originally put up on mirakee. There's more on there than here because I get lazy to put it here. You can find me @ see_less...
