By Shania Jayasekera
When I hear, feel, and see my surroundings, they all look so
perfect.
Perfect...
Perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect body, perfect personality...they got the golden bag
why can’t I be like them? I want the golden bag, I don’t want this, red thorned bag, I want that! I
want it...I want it
But I can’t.
Sky rocking in academics while I struggle, continually spitting my eyes out, my hands shaking
with frustration, an information I don’t understand
A beautified truth of love while I burn in my own 2 fires, trying to keep a heart warm
A soft, quiet, swan filled persona...while a loud hyena wails out in a distance, everyone running
away quietly
All I see, is what I should be
My own self persona agrees with me
I want it, I want that.
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