you don't understand
how hard i work to please you
the effort and amount of time it takes to be what you want
changing 10 times every morning because something doesn't
look right
too much energy is wasted for what you don't appreciate
anyway.
i'm sick of it.
i'm tired of being looked down upon
especially when its because i don't meet your social
standards.
its people like you who make us "average" girls worry about
our looks.
our hair
clothes
make up
and weight.
why?
what makes me so different from you?
in your eyes, apparently a lot,
But what do I see?
Nothing
Reason for writing:
just thinking about stuff when i was in the plane
Birth sign: Scorpio
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