I dont know why I try to camouflage in their skin
And not stand up for myself, for what I am within
Adding layers upon layers and masks upon masks
Anything to fill the deep pit of soliteriness and self loathing, why do I do it to myself I ask
Why cant I enjoy a queit cup of coffee with my favourite book ,
And not care about my messy braid or how I look?
Why is everyone so reluctant to stand out ,
To simply smile instead of woo and pout?
I wonder if I’ll ever find, in this world of picture perfect freak shakes and fries
Someone who’d like to share … maybe a muffin? Or atleast tries..?