Perspective

May 15, 2018
1 min read

Dopest outfits. Clean up well. Head to toe fancy shell. Coolest personality. Outgoing. Flowing with the wind. No gravity. I am not her nor him. The popular I want to look like, dress like, be like...NO. I am me. Which means I have to be okay sometimes, with being lonely. Not alone. Lonely. The feelings. Expression. The "only temporary"...I'm the one looking past the shades and into their eyes. I see their tears behind their smile; and feel the pain of their broken hearts. I guess I'm not as lonely as I thought I was...Perspective.