All I feel is darkness.
I never get to shine anymore.
People think I'm hiding on my own.
Do this, be that, say this, think that.
Everyone wants a piece of me.
I just want to be free.
I just want to be me.
You're vulnerable, you're only human.
You aren't made of metal, you're made of flesh.
You're not programed to feel certain things
You're allowed to feel it all.
When you break, you don't get sent off to a factory
When you're torn, your body repairs itself
Little by little.
I am happy, I am happy
I keep those thoughts in my mind
I am not sad, I am not sad
I try to remember that
Obsessions are running through my mind
People are looking, act quick
Be happy, stay happy
Stop being humanistic
Goodbye, I whispered.
Thinking that I could abandon the one thing that felt real.
I was running, or at least I was trying to.
I had packed up my bags and was ready to go.
But a vision of love and wonder woke up my soul.
I knew I had to pursue the dream that I once had.
So I woke up from the dream and decided to run
Week 5 - Plastic Soul
We are perfect girls.
With our diamonds and cigarettes.
We project confidence and poise.
We have everything we need and more.
We are plastic souls.
We do not feel.
Nothing is real.
It's a little after 11pm, I'm sitting at home on a Saturday night, listening to Katy Perry; I am content and discontent at the same time.
When I decided to start blogging, I told myself that this would be where I wouldn't be afraid to speak out and do it with pure honesty.
So here is a life rant from me; the pain I feel sometimes isn't because there's something's wrong with me, it's because there's something wrong with this world.