oh, how agonizing it is
to own such a fickle mind.
one moment i was lamenting
exaggeratingly recounted my dastardly life
and next i was jubilant
leaping high, skipping thru da pathway
oblivious to the strange stares
i was attracting
for a while
i would cry
it would seem the world was
crashing down on my head
i felt cursed
and then when its over.
i'd go "hey! lets go shopping!"
put on some make up
try a new hairdo
am i crapping?
or was it really me inside?
was i trying to be depressed?
or did the world crashed
on me for a while?
when i wear black
was it wat my heart wanted
or was it for other's belief?
if all my emotions,thoughts
actions were true and sincere
why then the term 'poser' exist?)
i was never called one (at least not dat i noe of)
but i wouldn't be surprised if i was judged wrongly so
at first glance
you wear wat you feel
so would you dare to wear sth
u're uncomfortable with?
then why da term poser?
maybe u haf a crazy style...
maybe u're just crazy.
if u hate to wear metal chains as accessories
would u accessorize urself w/ metal chains?
it doesnt make sense
so why do we always find ways to
hurt each other's pride??