I am SICK of this ****
The figments of everyone's imagination yet I am the only one in reality.
I get it, you want to live in a big house, have big cars, big things
But yet you are the same person that tells me my dreams of college are not realistic?
I can dream, right?
As long as I live in reality, act in reality, and be apart of reality.
Tell me again how you are going to make it big and that you will have money and girls.

There is a problem in today's society, and this is the mix up of imagination and reality.
Of course, look at that "Esquire" again.
Tell me that girl is the "perfect" image of a girl
One that you can see the ribs of the pain of anorexia, the hips of bulimia, and the fake smile of a man who once abused her.
Look at the "Man of The Year" award.
One that tells boys that you must be the most athletic and have the new. That a teardrop is nothing but a way of saying you are weak. Brittle bones that speak of not standing up for yourself.

I am SICK of this ****. I am Done.