Neon lights shining on the white stone wall Decorated with Polaroids and all Taking a picture and figuring out a cute caption Those girls are all in fashion
God I feel pathetic Trying to be aesthetic Sipping iced coffee As I try to write poetry
Wooden tables and Apple computers I’m just an anti-intellectual… I’m just a consumer Who believes objects represent my individuality Do trends really reflect beauty?
I stare at my reflection Never feeling dejection But my image is just a signifier There is no verifier
I will never see what they see So should I believe them when they make fun of my beauty Maybe it’s envy… or maybe I should stop being trendy But I love feeling pretty
Even if not everyone agrees with me.
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