I am trying to blend,
In a word filled with the opressed,
Distressed, and self-obsessed.
It leaves me a little depressed.
Authenticity is hard to come by.
Everyone is medicated.
Facades often created.
The fakery I have always hated.
I don’t belong.
All they see is skin.
Doesn’t matter what’s within.
Could care less where I’ve been.
Show me something below the surface.
Give me something more.
Let your feelings out til’ your throat is sore.
Be real, that’s all I ask for.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
I am trying to blend,
In a word filled with the opressed,
Distressed, and self-obsessed.
It leaves me a little depressed.
Authenticity is hard to come by.
Everyone is medicated.
Facades often created.
The fakery I have always hated.
I don’t belong.
All they see is skin.
Doesn’t matter what’s within.
Could care less where I’ve been.
Show me something below the surface.
Give me something more.
Let your feelings out til’ your throat is sore.
Be real, that’s all I ask for.
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