FicWad

first post, don't flame please

You're lying and it's obvious
Pretentious, don't you think?
A motley of persona and
With every time you blink
You're different.

Image is your everything
Your vice and your dependency
God forbid a day go by when
You neglect that tendency to
Prove yourself.

And you don't have to
Keep yourself in that spotlight
But if it makes you happy
I suppose that it's your right
But it's your funeral.

Remember that
Your image doesn't matter most
And when the outside fades away
The inside's gonna be a ghost.

reviews? thanks for reading :]

-ollie