(no subject)
I feel so naked today
everyone can see my stretch marks on me.
twisting and bending
they each tell a story.
of where i've been or what i've done
what i was,
and what i have become.
and i feel exposed with no makeup on
in front of the classroom
i don't want to stay here for long.
the only thing that makes sense
is that nothing makes sense at all.
and i'm standing on the edge ready to jump
but not wanting to fall.
what makes a human so sure of their path
and what makes me think there's something
in my life that i lack.
i'm living behind a lens
but only being shown what others see.
I try to feed off of this competition
but it eats me
it eats me.
everyone can see my stretch marks on me.
twisting and bending
they each tell a story.
of where i've been or what i've done
what i was,
and what i have become.
and i feel exposed with no makeup on
in front of the classroom
i don't want to stay here for long.
the only thing that makes sense
is that nothing makes sense at all.
and i'm standing on the edge ready to jump
but not wanting to fall.
what makes a human so sure of their path
and what makes me think there's something
in my life that i lack.
i'm living behind a lens
but only being shown what others see.
I try to feed off of this competition
but it eats me
it eats me.