What are you looking for?
You can't make me look bad forever
1 week ago · · Poetry,
As soon as we go a little deeper, we see the scars. The burns, the razor blade swipes, the hurt soaked in tears, the soggy place where the tears were never wiped away. The laziness of the girl who tries to be prideful to cover up the pain. She projects onto other women her own rejection from everyone in the past. She hurts other women only to craft stories of them that aren't true, to shed a dull green hue over their light, to make them doubt themselves. She desperately searches for the attention of men. She hopes they give her what she never had. She sees what someone has and she takes from them without permission. She is a fraud, cheap, unoriginal and upset at anyone who calls her out for stealing their ideas. A monster, one who is too weak to take responsibility.....a fake.