On Being Fake

think about those piercings.. that tatoo... is that even really you? in those tight clothes, low riding jeans... did you even stop to think about the mistake it is, to become fake? piercings will sag and your tatoos will go out of style, you'll get fat and have kids and go good lord why did i ever do this? do you care that it doesn't matter outside of highschool what you were? does it affect you to think.. do you even think? or is media your guide... that explains the whole im so punk but im really not generation we live in. and yeah... im no punk kid but im no prep. im a nothing. and you know why? Becuase i am me, and im proud to say i try to live my life 100% fake free. but those girls ooh i just cannot take anymore of their shit i want them to die, i hate fake. they smell of perfume and hairspray wearing converse and vans etnies and volcom... but AE sweaters on, and skanky ass silk underwear laces their bums. they are too perfect too pretty too rude and all together not enough witty. im sick of giggles im sick of how their butts wiggle. im just tired of the whores the ones the boys call up when looking for scores. did you ever stop to think about how this will affect your life how ugly you will be and how everyone will be better becasue unlike you we didnt fake our ways through. drugs sex rock and roll, in the end media will take her toll. xoxo Kyelle