How did I get like this?
There must be something I have missed
Full of caffeine
Addicted to nicotine
Used to be pretty lean
Life had a pretty sheen
Now I’m just fat and mean
Bitter at life and boys
My room is full of broken toys
I never seem to have enough
But really I’ve had enough
Of going through this silly phase
Of counting off the weeks and days
I can never seem to find an end
I wonder if I ever can
I wonder if I ever can
I wonder if I ever can
We are what we make of ourselvesWe are what we allow ourselves to become
We can allow ourselves to be measured
By society's tape
or we can use our own tape
our own idea of what's
what
and
what
should be
Beauty is this thing
Where men in big leather chairs
Tell us that we should stop the
flow of blood
Tell us that we can be happy
with shiny hair
or the ultimate death
of skinny thighs
Beauty is this thing
that is supposed to change everything
that is supposed to be this answer
They believe
beauty cures cancer
and that perfection
will make you happy
and that if you can lose that last inch
everything will fall into place
Find your own brand of happiness
or whatever it is you want
because there are all these silly things
that people spend all this energy on
like the color of that ad
or the length of their hair
or what they're going to eat for dinner
but what is all of that
when there are people suffocated by truth
and there are truths to be exposed
and things to create and
what I suppose I mean
is that you have to follow your own path
and not the path society thinks
is right for you
If you don't create your own life
If you don't take control
Then society will take the wheel
and then where do you end up?
There is nothing wrong with culture
There is nothing wrong with society
If it's what you want
Do you even know what you want?
Think about what you accept
Why do you accept it?
Have you ever challenged it?
Are you really THINKING?!
I think far too much and it causes me a great many problems... I like to rely on my heart but that also has lead me astray. For the eyes surely are what you need to use to wrangle these things into one coherent and understandable babble? Perhaps, but what of those who are blind? Really, what part of yourself besides your very soul can you trust?
I trust every part of myself. But, as with any good friend, that doesn't mean I expect myself to be perfect. Trust is built with learning and falling and rebuilding and actually finding yourself. It's a slippery slope with no promises, but not any less because of that.