“I pour gasoline on my hair and dye it in shades of pleasure for perfection because prettiness makes an end.
But am I not human
what happened to my self-esteem
I ask my mother as she hands me glitter to rub into my eye to blind me and hide the cracks of the fucked up reality I’ve come to see
My teddy bears are worn out from my faucet tears, but that’s okay because I’ve realized that I’m not a machine nor a plastic doll
I am a human, and I’ve got to express myself beyond the planet earth,
If you’re an alien like me then this blogs yours, and it doesn’t matter who you are as long as you feel and know it is okay to be you!”