I’m a mother ******** contradiction
As much as I want to accept how I am and move on, I want to change.
This is a poem.
I’m happy with the ugly sack of s**t I am.
This is a rant.
Who the hell do I have to impress? Everyone.
This is a song.
What’s going on with me? It’s just nothing.
This is a poem.
I hate my perfectly fine self.
This is a rant.
I want to be alone, I feel so lonely.
This is a song.
I hate you, I love you. I hate you.
This is a poem.
I want to be this way.
This is a rant.
I don’t know why.
This is a song.
I’m an insomniac. I go to bed at one.
This is a poem.
The music I like is cool, the music I like is not cool.
This is a rant.
I’m restless and totally confident in everything I do.
This is a song.
I’m stupid, I’m better than everyone else.
This is poem.
Writing this makes me sound smart, and like a poser.
This is a rant.
I believe in every word, oh wait, no I don’t.
This is a song.
That was clever, that was stupid.
This is a poem.
This music’s the kind I should listen to, it’s cool. Who cares?
This is rant.
I want love, get the ******** out.
This is a song.
I have multiple personalities, I’m just looking for a problem.
This is a poem.
I’m the realest poser you’ll ever meet. The most down to earth fake
you’ll ever encounter. The smartest idiot, the perfect ********, the
sweetest b***h, the most depressing optamist, the most insecure girl
that won’t stop talking about how cool she is. The worst bestfriend. There are people just like me. No there are not.
These are my thoughts.
As much as I want to accept how I am and move on, I want to change.
This is a poem.
I’m happy with the ugly sack of s**t I am.
This is a rant.
Who the hell do I have to impress? Everyone.
This is a song.
What’s going on with me? It’s just nothing.
This is a poem.
I hate my perfectly fine self.
This is a rant.
I want to be alone, I feel so lonely.
This is a song.
I hate you, I love you. I hate you.
This is a poem.
I want to be this way.
This is a rant.
I don’t know why.
This is a song.
I’m an insomniac. I go to bed at one.
This is a poem.
The music I like is cool, the music I like is not cool.
This is a rant.
I’m restless and totally confident in everything I do.
This is a song.
I’m stupid, I’m better than everyone else.
This is poem.
Writing this makes me sound smart, and like a poser.
This is a rant.
I believe in every word, oh wait, no I don’t.
This is a song.
That was clever, that was stupid.
This is a poem.
This music’s the kind I should listen to, it’s cool. Who cares?
This is rant.
I want love, get the ******** out.
This is a song.
I have multiple personalities, I’m just looking for a problem.
This is a poem.
I’m the realest poser you’ll ever meet. The most down to earth fake
you’ll ever encounter. The smartest idiot, the perfect ********, the
sweetest b***h, the most depressing optamist, the most insecure girl
that won’t stop talking about how cool she is. The worst bestfriend. There are people just like me. No there are not.
These are my thoughts.
