Jul 2013
Lost
In a world where Instagram likes and thigh gaps,
Blur the line between people with ambition,
And narcissistic wannabe’s,
Lost
In a world where my sexualtiy is determined by the color of my shorts,
Lost
In a world where individuality is praised, until you show it,
Then it’s swallowed,
Like the low grade anti-depressant you take every night just to become a little less of you and little more of them,
Lost in hell
In a world where Instagram likes and thigh gaps,
Blur the line between people with ambition,
And narcissistic wannabe’s,
Lost
In a world where my sexualtiy is determined by the color of my shorts,
Lost
In a world where individuality is praised, until you show it,
Then it’s swallowed,
Like the low grade anti-depressant you take every night just to become a little less of you and little more of them,
Lost in hell
I don't know if you can consider this poetry but I feel like our world is filled with "followers" and it is only acceptable to live by other peoples standards, I hate this and I had to get it out some how
