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The mirror shone before me, highlighting my every flaw. My tears run even when it's gone, and I can't help but turn away. They say that 77% girls think their ugly.
Crap. All i can think about is how much i want to go. Go back into times where things were simple, much simpler.
How did this happen. It must have been a trap.
I've been thinking about perfection. That stereotype we all see. Day after day. There are those people who. Strive in vain to look exactly like models. Wasting their lives away.
Deception and perfection are wonderful traits, one will breed love, the other hate....
The dinner was going surprisingly well. “Count Davenport, how are you enjoying your holiday?” mother asked Dimitri. “I am enjoying it very much” Dimitri replied.
tonight is my prom, could anything go wrong.
Perfect beauty with glistening eyes You can't see that it's all lies Into the greed and lust you fall Thinking you've got it all.
I look at myself in the mirror. So many flaws so many errors. The person staring back at me isn't even me. It's someone different,mean and ugly. I didn't know that it would be this true.
Denied who I am Denied where I stand Afraid you'll just brand Because your a man Not gonna budge Here I am as planned How can I stand .
I've never been bullied as such in my life, but going to an all girls school I realise that girls can be so very mean when they want to.
This may sound a bit weird but don't diss me for saying this.
It's right at the very end of her day, A make up wipe to wash her sins away. Layer after layer she doesn't pause, As the make up wipe reveals all her flaws.
I was standing in front my mothers door, to be punctual. U think this stupid, thats just the way she is. She hates when i'm late, or to early. - Hi!- I heard the voice behind my back.
A new opinion every day Only saying what people want you to say A fickle soul no substance, stop Doing everything you can to stay on top Kissing him and tapping that Swinging like a social...
Beauty queen of seventeen Envy of the girls, All the boys want to be Centre of her world, On her arm, Or so it was Before the storm's Final pause.
I remember this is how I felt as a teenager trying to fit in.... I feel confined, trapped and hating these god damn lies.
I have this problem can someone please help me. Cause I can't figure out the big deal about popularity.
Hug a neighbor, Or start a fight. Go to bed early, Or stay up all night. Eat healthy, Or drink underaged. Live in peace, or get enraged. Do what you want, It could be good.
She sat in the corner of the room, Tears falling down her cheeks And caressing her lips Her fingers through her hair Holding on as if it would take her away from there.
I wish I was liked, 'stead of shunned like a disease. I wish I wasn't controlled, and could do as I please. I wish I was the best, and everyone looked up to me.
These girls run around in crop tops and booty shorts. That's just not me. These girls try their hardest to get with the boys best at sports. That's just not me.
You tell me where to go Who to see What to do I'm weird Obnoxious Stupid Annoying Over sensitive But that's just me I do try to grow up just a little bit So why do you care.
Judge Day, what does it mean. Well for some it's how they look and for others it's people getting in their way of success. That is how my life is. Every. Day.