he hates when we aren't self-aware
but how can we be
we only know our faces in the mirror
which is the opposite of how we look, in truth
i see his opposite of preach quite often and
everyone hates a hypocrite
so i guess it is truth
afterall
but who am i
a sucked-soul dry of seeping
and weeping-wet from wonder
exploited affection and cabin-talks
the highest hopes we've had since infancy
what happened to them,
and why am i alone
lonely strands waiting patiently for a grooming
unkept brows and an addiction thats bad for my skin
(and my sanity)
needled-nails and ivory stained brown
i used to think i could be pretty if i tried
but my face is the same colour as my neck
and i can't remember the last time i used a brush
i haven't changed much but i feel a little different
choosing battles has never been my strong point
but i've always been a good listener.
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