Who am I really deep down inside?If you asked my friends, what would they say?Are there parts of my soul that I’ve tried to…
A film of grease upon my tongueChased by hints of forgery,Just like botox makes you young.A film of grease upon my…
Does he tell you I’m a snob?Does he say I led him on?Have I become a shadow in the night?
The middle is an awkward place:Pushed and pulled from either side,I try to carve out my own spaceTo love myself, to have some pride.