This is just what happens,
My life has made transformations.
The way I’ve made my altercations.
Drip and drop down my cheek,
With ever tear it’s my losing streak.
I’ve changed my morals and my thoughts,
To what people believe around me.
I’ve lost myself and gained some knots,
To become a clone of the teenage cliché, instead of keeping me.
My friend and i tried to do a photoshoot…but here’s the thing
candids aren’t as cute as tumblr has led me to believe,
the sun is stupid bright,
hair flips are freaking hard,
sometimes you look
a little a lot creepy,
and close-ups aren’t the cutest.
but hey, every once in a while, it turns out okay
moral of the story: sometimes ya gotta go dumpster diving through the ugly pictures of life to find that one photo worth keeping (and laugh at the failures along the way)