I'm a judgmental asshole...
On the shell covered sand
Speckled with typical white
Walk on you lonely hearts
Picking up the ocean's rejects
See your lives' irony
This world that praises
Bland conformity
As you search for beauty
Dig through your findings
The shells you treasure
Are the different ones
The one's that stand alone
How blind you are
To your subconscious
That searches and pries
For the dissimilar
Yet outside of nature
You glare and denounce
The beautifully different
That pass by on bland streets of gray.
While I wrote this because I sincerely believe it, I'm not outside of the judgmental norm by any means. I judge every single person I come up upon, and in a sick way I love trying to read people. I'm not an asshole, I genuinely love meeting new people, but I find myself trying to dig into them to figure out who they really are and find myself saying the most horrible things in my head. I judge people for things that I do, that's when I have to sit back and laugh at my idiocy really. The people that really get me going are the people that try so hard to be perfect, the ones that feel like major labels make them pretty and wanted, and then I look at their "perfect" boyfriends who scold them around and talk to them like the idiots they are and part of me feels bad but the other part of me thinks, "you were right about that one too." I'm an asshole I know (yes I lied to you at first), but I guess part of it is that those people make me feel better about my shitty living situation, though part of me wishes that I could do more with the situations that life has bowed down and handed to them. Everything is a contradiction.
Speckled with typical white
Walk on you lonely hearts
Picking up the ocean's rejects
See your lives' irony
This world that praises
Bland conformity
As you search for beauty
Dig through your findings
The shells you treasure
Are the different ones
The one's that stand alone
How blind you are
To your subconscious
That searches and pries
For the dissimilar
Yet outside of nature
You glare and denounce
The beautifully different
That pass by on bland streets of gray.
While I wrote this because I sincerely believe it, I'm not outside of the judgmental norm by any means. I judge every single person I come up upon, and in a sick way I love trying to read people. I'm not an asshole, I genuinely love meeting new people, but I find myself trying to dig into them to figure out who they really are and find myself saying the most horrible things in my head. I judge people for things that I do, that's when I have to sit back and laugh at my idiocy really. The people that really get me going are the people that try so hard to be perfect, the ones that feel like major labels make them pretty and wanted, and then I look at their "perfect" boyfriends who scold them around and talk to them like the idiots they are and part of me feels bad but the other part of me thinks, "you were right about that one too." I'm an asshole I know (yes I lied to you at first), but I guess part of it is that those people make me feel better about my shitty living situation, though part of me wishes that I could do more with the situations that life has bowed down and handed to them. Everything is a contradiction.