Girls they like Pink

Girls they like Pink

They are all hearts and roses

Some are even knives and bombs

But we do have one thing in common
Me and all of us

We judge; we fucking judge

It might be anything even a grudge

We like attention un-divided, un-disturbed attention
So we make stuff up.

To fit in
I know it sucks!

To lie to your best friend but think for a minute

Has she done the same thing?
It’s a fucking trend.

The girl with the hot boyfriend wins;

The girl with guys drooling over her wins;

The girl with a pretty face wins;

The girl with the most followers wins;

The girl with the most liked photo wins;

But fuck you girls,
This isn’t a competition.
Stop this judging and may be this bullshit will also stop.

I thought I could stay away from it;

But as it turns out,

I can’t I never could.

Because I also like the attention
I like to flirt,
I like to tease,
I like to kiss.

But I won’t be a part of this game anymore.

I won’t.
I’m stronger than this.
I’m better than this.

I’m not the fucking person I used to be

Maybe sometimes it’s good,
to dive into the pool,
pretending to be someone else.

But someday sometime you got to get back to the surface with messed up makeup looking like yourself again back to being you.

But I choose to swim,
I choose to fly,
I choose anything but drowning in bullshit norms of fucked up teenagers.

Their stories,
Their games,
Their wins,

I’m fucking done with it.