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it's like
i woke up,
looked in the mirror,
and realized i was ugly.
***
i'm not sure when it happened--
but one day my friends
stopped playing dress up
and started being the grown-ups
and i don’t know what scared
me more
that my childhood was over,
or that we had decided
it was
all short skirts,
lipstick & eyeliner
and skin we didn't know we had
and suddenly the makeup wasn't
to look like mommy,
it was to be the people
we thought
we were.
we were in a rush to grow up,
until we started to fall apart
piece by piece,
broken heart after broken heart.
we grew up,
and we grew apart,
trying to find love
(or maybe just someone to hold us together)
when it should have
been each other
i hate
that i never feel comfortable
in my own skin
and i'm just waiting
to wake up
out of this nightmare
as the person i wish i was
i am
a chameleon,
blending in
so i won't stand out
and the skeletons in my closet
carry roses
painted black
they're the ones
i've loved,
and i've lost.
ultimately,
the words that define us
bring us together
depression
bipolar
anxiety
schizophrenia
psychosis
anorexia
we are the poppers.
we are the crazies.
we are the freaks.
we are the unstable.
but we are together.
i woke up,
looked in the mirror,
and realized i was ugly.
***
i'm not sure when it happened--
but one day my friends
stopped playing dress up
and started being the grown-ups
and i don’t know what scared
me more
that my childhood was over,
or that we had decided
it was
all short skirts,
lipstick & eyeliner
and skin we didn't know we had
and suddenly the makeup wasn't
to look like mommy,
it was to be the people
we thought
we were.
we were in a rush to grow up,
until we started to fall apart
piece by piece,
broken heart after broken heart.
we grew up,
and we grew apart,
trying to find love
(or maybe just someone to hold us together)
when it should have
been each other
i hate
that i never feel comfortable
in my own skin
and i'm just waiting
to wake up
out of this nightmare
as the person i wish i was
i am
a chameleon,
blending in
so i won't stand out
and the skeletons in my closet
carry roses
painted black
they're the ones
i've loved,
and i've lost.
ultimately,
the words that define us
bring us together
depression
bipolar
anxiety
schizophrenia
psychosis
anorexia
we are the poppers.
we are the crazies.
we are the freaks.
we are the unstable.
but we are together.
I don't know. Life is kinda sucky.
I'll try drawing more, I swear.
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That is...beautiful