I love that for you

you can have your taupe and tan wardrobes

every shade of leather boots mark your steps

10,000 tumblers are at your disposal, you are you...

spending an hour painting your face to appear as if your not wearing a latex mask

you can have your cute words and happy inflections

your false head tilts and feigned empathy for things you know NOTHING of

your ego as fragile as the tiny whispers of gold you wear on every part of your self

your wasp honey of sweetness that turns to battery acid when you walk out of the room

the perfume you wear lingers longer than your scripted responses to hurting people

you make words sound sticky and manipulate with captions and emojis ...

you hide your worldliness like a harlot

exchanging a façade that could be a field of the wildflowers you braid in your hair for a

acre of 4th walls each built with pretentious mortar

you are a hector of the vile but you dine off the same behaviors with the same mouth

you worship at alters of branding and 'vibes' so you look better where you pray

you call out spectators with loud silence

the ideas you speak are so supple to others opinions you hide them behind a type of purposeful knights move thinking so not to be bruised in your opinions

trade your worst day for just one of the self images those you pretend to uphold hear screaming through their bodies that you mock with your falseness

you offer no hope in your relationships that do not serve you

your discomfort is based on attention seeking behaviors

your own celebrity with every private joke you create emphasizing the importance to be liked by you

vapid laughter and purposeful gesturing are your personality staples

a 'self made' individual of soft lighting and pastel watercolors

your wardrobe, coffee, heavy knitted one of a kinds, and plants are a stronger pallet than the whole spectrum of pashmina personas you drape around your unburdened shoulders

you are the best at loving all the bests

wild beasts of anxiety ripple over your seas of self righteousness that you will miss out on something that you don't champion

the mistakes your making now will later be your yoke- but never your fault

you cast a vantablack shadow on others self esteem, and you call it positive influence

heap pride upon yourself while you can while the filters are still available