When you open your mouth, I begin to sigh.
Your conversations always start with "me, my, or I".
Force feed the others to consume your lie.
To prove a point you simply must make.

No amount of cover-up will mask your vanity.
You're the driving force behind the decline of humanity.
Mascara will only emphasize the look of insanity.
That shows in every photo you take.

You call it confidence, most call it deceit.
At the edge of the frame, decency lies in defeat.  
Pushed out by your ego, empathy sent to retreat.
With every crooked smile that you fake.

So stay true to yourself, ignorance is blissfully gold.
Vanity and conceit disguised in your attempt to be bold.
Your feeling of humility left out in the cold.
A process you enabled for egotistic's sake.

Your style and grace illuminate this place,
When you crack a smile on your face.
But your eyes conceal a world full of lies,
That was created by all the other guys.

I'm not depressed, I'm just uninspired by all the rest,
Whose eyes seem to fixate entirely on your chest.
And after a while, it'll go out of style.
But you'll hide your denial with a crooked smile.

Its insane to know they have nothing to gain,
By attempting to get inside of your brain.
But I'm not the same, and I know its a shame,
But there's no one to blame for this silly little game.

So give me a chance, more than just a glance,
My intentions are greater than to get in your pants.
Because more than your bed, I want in your head.
To prove that romance is anything but dead.

I'm looking for a reason,
A reason to the question why?
But everything in this current season,
Amounts to one humongous lie.

The people that I know,
The so-called "friends" I've made.
Are nothing but pure show,
As I live in their eternal shade.

Maybe I'm not understanding,
Maybe I need something to change.
But as I brace for a crash landing,
None of them are in range.

So here I am, as always alone.
Because my value to them is slim.
I live alone in this isolated zone.
With my outlook extremely grim.

I've been told to show some pride
When my mistakes began to glow.
But my feelings were the first that died
When I swallowed them long ago.


My greatest friends are frozen on my wall.
Their smiles shine with a mocking sense of glee.
I hear their hallowed, empty call.
Their words rain down upon me.


You called me the light at the end of the tunnel.
When you meant that I'm better off dead.
The hope you gave began to funnel
As your words echo through my head.


So I simply sit and write these empty verses
Pretending that you care to hear.
But you gutted my feelings like your empty purses.
And left me with nothing but fear.

I am not afraid of death.
Death is the final answer,
It may come from the ending of breath,
Or perhaps from succumbing to cancer.
Death is not what I fear,
For it brings with it great peace,
Despite what you commonly hear,
Death provides great release.

What I fear is the everyday routine,
Or life, as we like to say.
The constant struggle as a human being
Takes its toll every day.
I cringe the thought of falling behind,
And being left in the dust.
For life is the game without rewind,
And moving forward is a must.

You pride yourself on being an Instagram ******.
To hide the fact that you're a scholastic flunkie.
Your body may be skinny, but your attitude is chunky.
But that doesn't matter, your boyfriend is hunky.
You're just another member of this generation.
Using social media to seek validation.
Unwilling to join the societal relegation.
You snap another selfie to provide esteem inflation.

Congratulations on finally being Instafamous!
Appealing to all, from beauty to heinous.
Leading the change to a society of nameless.
With actions to show that you are truly shameless.

As a child, Mom and Dad said it was "just a phase."
Growing up, you lived the life that was "all the rage"
But now that your face has taken center stage.
It's time to see how your true colors have aged...
Instagram should name a filter after you,
For all the nights that you went through,
Matching the right lighting and tone
For people to view on their telephone:
Your perfect hair,
Your perfect eyes,
That perfect smile,
Conceiling lies.
Your perfect body,
Your perfect chest,
Convince them all,
That you're the best.
2000 men,
And many more,
Still totally think,
You're an instawhore!

Congratulations on finally being Instaqueen,
The idol to girls under seventeen.
A product raisedon a Disney screen,
Maybe now you'll get what they truly mean...

My heart tells me I'm alive, but am I really living?
In a world full of takers, what am I actually giving?
A half-mast, half-assed, half-empty cup of ****.
Masked in awkward silence and sharp pointed wit.

I'll blame it on the others, say they aren't the same.
When I haven't given reason to remember my name.
Because it's easier to mask the fact that I'm a wreck.
By simply hiding on the wall like a speck.

Doubt and remorse will eventually take it's course.
I'm seeking inspiration, but am blind to it's source.
Hindrance and distraction caused by my reaction,
To the vices that provide me with cheap satisfaction.

Maybe I should simply just give it all away.
Leave town, just drive, without a word to say.
But that would be easy, with admitting defeat.
Another cycle of life that's stuck on repeat.