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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