Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I walk with confidence to make a veneer to my insecurities. The truth is, I'm so lost. Who knew a visual appearance and the person within could differ so much. You see youth and strength; I see desperation and pointlessness. I'm young, I'm wild, but why am I so lonely? I've been asked so many times who I am on the inside, that I've forgotten myself. The rumors, the lies, became true. I'm wasted youth.
The short skirts, the massive eyeliner, they're screaming for someone to notice. As much as I recreate myself, I fade in with the crowd. I'm pleading for recognition of who I was. This wild youth was someone, something before this life corrupted her mind. Now she's gone; gone from her own consciousness and soul. A walking zombie.
I'm bored with this life
I'm now searching to find myself.
I need some soul to put under this fake smile
Photo cred: Knightcat