I’m a perfect portrait of teenage angst
Black pants and an army jacket
Tired eyes atop a solemn expression
High school backdrop
Roaming the halls alone
I’m a perfect portrait of beat down,
Broken up and disappointed
I’m the mess after The Scream
What’s left after The Kiss
I am dreaming of A Sunday Afternoon
On the Island of La Grande Jette
While tracing my mind over the swirls
Of the Starry Night constellations
Over what it could mean
Inside
I am Salvador Dali
Outside
I’m a perfect portrait of all the things I never wanted to be
I am Mona Lisa’s misery
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
I’m a perfect portrait of teenage angst
Black pants and an army jacket
Tired eyes atop a solemn expression
High school backdrop
Roaming the halls alone
I’m a perfect portrait of beat down,
Broken up and disappointed
I’m the mess after The Scream
What’s left after The Kiss
I am dreaming of A Sunday Afternoon
On the Island of La Grande Jette
While tracing my mind over the swirls
Of the Starry Night constellations
Over what it could mean
Inside
I am Salvador Dali
Outside
I’m a perfect portrait of all the things I never wanted to be
I am Mona Lisa’s misery
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