Laugh a lot,
expression is key.
Whine
frown
and scream,
that's how you're meant to be.
Candid,
blurt things out,
snort often and a bittersweet smile.
Impress your crowd,
bring them into your favour.
They'll idolise you,
use you in every example.
Praise you,
compliment you,
on how splendid a girl you are.
Yet those words will never reassure you,
only haunt you with those expectations.
Whether you fail or not,
is up to you.
Yet you question,
am I really as great as they say?
Only to be left in the crowd,
smiling,
while they tell you what to be.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 7:42 AM UTC
Laugh a lot,
expression is key.
Whine
frown
and scream,
that's how you're meant to be.
Candid,
blurt things out,
snort often and a bittersweet smile.
Impress your crowd,
bring them into your favour.
They'll idolise you,
use you in every example.
Praise you,
compliment you,
on how splendid a girl you are.
Yet those words will never reassure you,
only haunt you with those expectations.
Whether you fail or not,
is up to you.
Yet you question,
am I really as great as they say?
Only to be left in the crowd,
smiling,
while they tell you what to be.
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