To look at your words and think

#jerseycity is all

rainbows and sunshine.

Fuck that.

I can’t deal with it.

How are you “famous”

For being the lamest?

Can’t take criticism for the life of you.

Everything you get is a gift.

You aren’t lucky.

You sacrifice others

for the sake of yourself.

Selfish instincts

Got you thinking you’re a black sheep.

Listen here,

Little Bo Peep,

You got your face on shit.

You act like shit is lit.

Can’t figure your left hand

From your right.

What truth say you?

Where the waters of bullshit

Fountain from your mouth.

It’s left you speechless.

It’s left you running.

Playing the role

Of the victim.

But I can’t say much.

Because so many,

Of the similar mind and temperament,

Will agree with you.

Because they know nothing of you.

Just the face that you have.

And the image that you have presented.

The one that you have forged time and time again.

But W.E.

Know who you are.

W.E. know the real you.

The silence you keep deep in your core.

The pieces of skin

You’ve pulled from your lips in nervousness.

As your teeth and tongue taste of iron and mud.

And the things you’ve seen

And the things you’ve done.

What truth say you,

Barbie?

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