tell me, why should i "follow my dreams", when i've already been /crushed/ by reality, when i'm losing my confidence, my self-esteem, when "a girl who's not enough" is /all/ i see? i can say, we /all/ say, that cruel words don't hurt "they're nothing to me", we pretend to assert yet, they still echo and echo in my mind past those faded days when i "left them behind" "you're good enough." "you don't need to change." in a society like this? those words just seem strange. "there's no need to worry." "it'll be okay." i /know/ it won't be okay. because the wide, blue sky and the sun shining, way up high... just. seems. gray.
this is a poem abt expectations of today's society and how ppl can pretend that everything's okay when it's not. and u know it. ending of the poem kinda fLoPpEd but thats okay lol–
