It's a marathon before there's a popularity collision,
they're partying so hard, they're loosing their vision.
They've got beautiful smiles and underneath their victories lie.
And maybe I envy the lives they've got.
Pretty faces thriving in their skins.
Waking past midnight, dancing with their sins.
Pretty faces, aces they play in poker popularity.
But it's a marathon and they're winning, honey.
They're the brown rich kids
with happiness splattered in their life, which their confusion brought.
They're the brown rich kids,
they've got it figured it out.
Because it's a marathon and they're winning, honey.
Should one envy?
Loved by everyone. They're dolls made out of glass.
They run their fingers through their hair and everyone falls in love.
Maybe it's high school celebrity status or it's something more than that.
But I don't know what it's like?
To live life like a brown rich kid.
I never had any brutal fights
or secrets to keep; just whispers in the hallway to keep me awake through the night.
Light in their eyes and the brown rich kids never lie, they just...bluff.
A typical teenage life; a marathon before there's a popularity collision and no one dared to envy the lives they've got.
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Chaotic Calmness
PoesíaChaotic Calmness is a book about self love, self acceptance, dealing with toxic masculinity, fitting in, claiming a true and a real narrative for yourself, hopeless romanticism, accepting failures and going through all of that chaos to reach to a le...
