15 Dec 2014
I never understood why people wanted to change themselves. Take my cousin for instance. She was naturally gorgeous and tanned because she lived on the coast but on her sixteenth birthday she changed. Started wearing makeup and short skirts. I liked her better before. Same with when I went on an excursion for a sports day. A girl named Riley told me to make up a name when introducing myself to the instructors. I never did but she introduced herself as Kesha because Kesha was the most popular female singer at that time. I didn't understand then. Even a long while after I didn't.
Now I do.
It's not about me as a person. It's about what society expects and what your willing to do to fit into the category of 'popular'
To me it was once important. It isn't anymore.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
