We're all just figments of another human's mind.
We aim to please anyone but ourselves.
We stay still throughout our lives never moving forward, or behind.
We all just want to stand out amist a crowd
Some shine others sway with eager minds of a better beginning
Which never arrives.
Looks, brains or crazy transformations help us stick out.
The desperation to find something new never gives out.
I want to go and be loved
Be able to talk and know everyone.
Know all those secrets and lies.
Feed off that drama that never dies.
Our lives are taken for granted
One dies another arrives.
My life is just another figment.
I want to leave with a mark.
Some so desperate to leave their's,
Unnecessarily leave a scar instead.
But it's better to leave with something
Than nothing at all.
The flash of cameras across my skin.
The clink of glasses as I dine in.
The laughter of men.
The power of authority
As everyone stares at me before the show commences
A silent grant
When I nod my head.
No fear or insecurities
Flattered or tossed with compliments.
Lover's proposals.
No screams of negative thoughts.
It's just me.
All me.
I want everyone's love.
Or atleast with no care of any human's thoughts.