I say, **** it.
**** the world.
These words will,
never make sense to you.
Yes,
I use disgraced abuse
Well,
**** it.
My scraped knees are beautiful.
The tear of my thighs; luminous.
Dark shadows beneath my eyes
and my bleak personality,
perfection.
Does my pretense happiness,
upset you?
Oh love,
pretense is the only real thing about me.
I am made of lies
and coral smiles.
I say, **** it.
**** the world.
You are only a theory.
There is hardly reality in you.