Incompleate

Why judge me?
Instantly decide the verdict on my personality
Stereotype me from my image alone
What’s to say it’s not a disguise
To fool you?

Clever You

Think you are so clever?
Hiding your slander behind a computer screen?
Or is it just you don’t have the courage?
To face problems yourself?
Do you need a virtual shield?
Your words don’t have the same effect,
As they would coming out of your mouth.
There is none of the venom an insult should have
Not when said through pixels of black and white
But to me, the greatest offence is your cowardice,
Your inability to tell me face to face what you thought
Clever you.

Feeble Lies

Your feeble lies do nothing
But prove your shallowness
Convince no one to your cause
Just push them away
Your tabloid gossip is rejected
Fictional drama only
This does nothing for your image
If anything this makes you unpopular
Your stories are entertaining
But unrealistic

This is what I want

This is what I want
Don’t try and stop me
I will not rest until my mission is complete
This is what I need
To see those jealous eyes follow me
As I walk
This is how I see myself
In my dreams, I am perfect
This is what I want.