I am not the popular charm you met
while scrolling through the pictures I regret
I may be with my friends and such
but when your friends are never there for you it doesn't mean much
We use each other to create masks
Where my alter ego basks-
The person who is beloved and carefree
I wish that was really me.
I see her everywhere I am not
In reality I'm her robot.
She knows that I don't give a care,
and when I want to be in her life and get to know her-
she says no. I get used to her beatings, but that I can't share
and if she needs another beautiful picture on Instagram,
I'll be there.