my words fall on deaf ears
and you turn a blind eye toward them too
and even though I stick out like a sore thumb
I seem to blend in with the crowd
and no one notices me
in a world obsessed with perfection
I am no one’s ideal
and I am ugly to myself
Why must I allow outside sources to define me?
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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I too am used to blending in, even with purple tresses and whilst towering over most of my fellow humans I am invisible. For this is how the world treats me for daring to swim upstream. We are who we are. Screw the rest xx
I’m so sorry I missed this comment before! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
I also have a very unconventional haircut, and often put different colors on it! I was just thinking yesterday that the older I get, the more insignificant I feel, and I’m not sure why that is.