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Jan 2015
I know ive been in new york for like 6 days
...but
this weird feeling
is like a fresh
sorta good
sorta bad
sorta ****** up
sorta not
sorta new
sorta really sorta weird
hella weird at that
its like a thirsty
....its like i expect something different
its like weird...
its fake
its pretty *** phony
its like
school...
its like life
its like my "new friends"...
i guess
its like idk....
writing this with a puzzled look like where do i even begin...
So new york....i feel like i needed this reality check...that who i was in philly wasnt confident....she craved attention...respect...and i still sorta am that girl like i moved five days ago like....ok but who i was in philly wasnt right....she just wasnt right...and she still sorta is not right...she is but she feels wrong...like shes living life wrong....but i mean its life...the only way to live it wrong is if you live it fake...pretending to be someone else...right?
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Miley Cyrus  Mars
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