Status Picture perfect, look at you Sitting pretty, and so true A painted face for all to see The person whom you wish to be Hear hollow sounds of false concern Your empty words from which we learn The shallow depths of your insight To show the world you know what’s right A graphic show of what you crave You’re showing us you’re still a slave To all the things material You’re nothing more than physical If what I see is all you are You’re nothing more than skin and scar A pixilated, perfect you A hurting, hollow point of view ~j.d. schofield
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 13:37:21 +0000
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