I grasp onto the last bit of inspiration
Letting it cleanse my broken soul
I have let the cruel world swallow me
I have let myself become the regular, egotistical teenager the rest of the world is
I hold onto this last bit of sanity
And rid myself of all vanity
Pulling out all of my fine points
Trying to prove to myself this isn't what I have become
But as I stare into the mirror,
The glitter on my eyes, and mascara staining my cheeks
Tells me otherwise...