Creative Vomit

Just some stuff I wrote...

Hit or miss. Sink or swim. Pass or fail. It's not this black and white. We can laugh and cry together, then turn our backs on each other at the slightest shake-up. We'll whisper about each other when turn around, we'll act like moronic lesbians to get boys to look at us. We'll betray family, friends, leave it all behind if we can achieve somewhere else. We judge and we're quick to point the finger and even quicker to pull the trigger. We waste away, every aspect of our existence FAKE. And yet, there is hope. Hope for the few REAL people out there. We're the genuines. Small in number, strong, relentless, sure. We have the power to rise above their stagnant mediocrity and we soar. We're the free spirits, the old souls, the thinkers. We are honest and true and loyal to no one else but ourselves- because which of THEM can we trust? Maybe I am jaded. Maybe I should be more afraid of being a little different. But at least I know I'm not alone...

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the lights flash and i see spots,
dancing with a vibrancy that comes along so rarely in this world.
You go ahead and blink until they've disappeared,
pretend that your life is actually worth something,
telling yourself that the things you do are better somehow,
because seeing something that is more alive than you are is scary.