Lana Del Rey

is who I keep listening to when I’m lost
and baby–I’m lost a lot. I’m the only one
who knows I’m lost because I spend so
much time with other people that they think
I’m brilliant. Put your lipstick on
is a line I’m fucking tired of because
it objectifies the living hell out of me.
I think I’m being controlled by someone
more powerful than I am and really, they
are much more powerful than I am. They
think I don’t know what I’m doing in life
and they think that they are the only ones
who know what I shouldn’t be doing. They
tell me I put too much sugar in my coffee
and they tell me I don’t need any fucking
glasses and they tell me that I am the least
beautiful woman in the world. Of course
I’m not. But I am beautiful in a way that
only they can see, they think they know
what I am and they don’t know anything except
who they are. That is why I am in heaven
when I write and that is why they are in Hell
when they read me.