She was born with skin like glass
affected so easily by things that don’t last
Quick to shatter if their eyes aren’t fixed,
breaks to pieces when her scorn is dismissed.
She’s as fragile as the sea is blue,
afraid of all the things she’d lose,
If she had to stand on her own two feet,
and not fall back on others defeat.
Afraid they’ll see that she’s transparent,
that she’s worth less than the prada she’s wearing.
On through the town she parades,
wearing gucci shades to cover her face,
laughing at everyone who’s a possible threat,
stuck on the belief “what you see is what you get”
So she get’s her blowouts and spray tans,
cause all she can do is look better than they can,
She’s as shallow as a breath taken in too fast,
but she can’t help it,
she was born with skin like glass.
“The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself,
know what it is that you want,
and not let the cattle stand in your way.”
- Janet Fitch, White Oleander
No matter what we may think we never know ourselves the way
others know us, because we may say we don't do this or that while
others may be well aware of our habits
“Do you want to know who you
are? Don't ask. Act! Action will delineate and define
you.”
― Thomas Jefferson
― Thomas Jefferson
don't let your struggle
become your, identity
I just realized. I have only been on witty for a while, but I
have gotten a lot of follows and favs. But nobody knows who I
really am. Trust me. When the time is right, you will know.
You don't have a
soul.
You are a soul.
You have a body.
You are a soul.
You have a body.
It
wasn't because we were opposite,
no, not at all. It was because we were the same. We were built of anger and rage, of passion and brilliance, thrown in with a hint of desire to fit in and a dash of insecurities. And when they forced us together, as if an experiment from god, it was the similarity of our poles which reppelled us.
no, not at all. It was because we were the same. We were built of anger and rage, of passion and brilliance, thrown in with a hint of desire to fit in and a dash of insecurities. And when they forced us together, as if an experiment from god, it was the similarity of our poles which reppelled us.
What happens if I've already lost myself to my dreams?
