The coolest nor the cutest, The model nor the whore — Shallow will not Win you my Attention or affection. Be yourself, nothing more. Beauty is true connection.
Questions of morality, The ache unseen By all but me. The rot in my foundations, The doubt in my beliefs — Chaining me, Free of will, Bound by heart, To what I cannot change.
Insta generation, You too could be here To show your friends They could be here. Watching beauty through A lens or frame — Such a shame, It's all the same. Chronicling Wasted happiness.
If this, to you, Is meaning, Then go ahead And cancel me — I won't subscribe To prejudice and ignorance. If this, to you, Rings true, Then nevermind, I'll show myself the door — Anything less would be hypocrisy.
Blazing paths of sweet resistance, The fastest route to any heart — Nothing good’s ever Expected to come easy, So I might as well Play the asshole card.
No healthy competition In a system built on monetary gain. No charity in giving back What's not theirs in the first place. No freedom under laws Tracking, tracing every move — Controlling by leveraging The differences between us.
