To No One Special
how am i supposed to feel
when nothing ever seems quite real?
when the media tells me how to appeal
to men that don't know how to deal
with any girl with half a mind
and when you're a girl, you can't be kind,
because a decent man is so hard to find.
so, how am i supposed to act fine
while i'm wasting my time
on boys who can never admit the truth?
there are better ways to spend my youth
than chasing a 23 year old child in hot pursuit
of the perfect female with a spotless mind.
all of your lust is just a waste of my time.
and you're a waste of my breath
because talking with you is talking with death
and expecting the words to make any sense.
Copyright © Evelyn Rose | Year Posted 2016
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