|lime green dress with hot pink flowers|
It was my first look, ever-baby,
that I saw in the mirror
I stood there,
in a horrendeous dress
I decided to try "for fun"
(but really cause it was the only thing
in my new sky-high size)
my reflection is astounding,
and I try not looking myself in the eye
like avoiding eye contact with bitches that
you know are talking smack daddy, oh hell yeah
tickled by my weird thoughts
in a desolate dressing room,
my belly-laughs fill the vacant hall.
I come to realize that as time whizzes by
I could either be a day closer or further
from reaching my goals
and I don't even know the difference
My eyes became heavy.
"Oh my god. What am I doing here?"
I hope someone hears me, because
I fucking truly hate department stores
and I'm here at JC Pennys trying on a dress.
I laugh about how sad my life is
and I'm just filling up an ugly, empty space
and I will never write my beloved play
or even that goddamn poem I want to
and I don't have enough money
to go to England/Ireland/Anywhere
because maybe I wasn't cut out for
just being half-ass content. for that I'm
locked, loaded, and ready to go.
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