where pouting is a second nature.
The numbers on my gram
decide on my self-worth of the day.
I don't feel pretty
until somebody tells me that I am.
But then I respond to compliments
with self-deprecation.
I am a part of the generation
where I hate myself
but I am also madly obsessed with my selfie.
I'll swear to you I am self-conscious
but, show myself off like I am the epitome of confidence.
Call me self-conceited, or a fake
I'm just trying to survive in this world full of hate.
I was raised in the generation
where beauty comes first
but amongst the other contenders
I'm simply a pretender
hand me a book
rather than cover me in lipstick
show me worlds of imagination
not beauty guru's imitations.
I care more for my thoughts
than I do of my looks.
With this generation
I aim to impress
but surely I can do that with more than how I dress?
My voice and opinions should not be limitations
For I am a person
worth more than numbers or hesitation
why should I conform to the role of my generation?
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