walk me through the architecture of this ribcage
tell me why my heart keeps collapsing on itself
i mean-
it's ok
i manage to get by with the wooden popsicle sticks i construct for when the teacher tells me it's time to check my throat for sickness and my hair for lice
i know i'm just another fixer-upper
but what good would i be if i was perfect
no,
really
society builds up these things just to tear them back down again
look at the rising stars
the way they always have to fall
in the end
and to what end?
hm
nobody can handle being told that they're not beautiful or famous enough
so they plaster beautiful, famous faces onto the wallpaper of the grocery stores
just to tell you that those celebrities aren't beautiful or famous enough, either
nobody's perfect
everyone wants to be perfect
but when somebody is finally perfect at something
we ****** them out of the sky like fireflies
and pretend we know
why they don't shine brighter