You live life as if
we have written a satire
in your dedication.
It's as if you are begging
to be mocked by society.
Have you ever considered
wiping that paint
from your pretty face?
And about your chest:
do you not feel violated
showing it off to our mindless eyes?
Your thoughts don't live within you,
they rest in the fads of our generation.
It is quite apparent that
ideas are not impulsing through your 'brain'.
I thought he would appreciate
a girl who is creative, different, innovative.
No, he lowered himself to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is really good. i like it a lot. im gonna sound like a little kid here-but you use really big words and they make sense in the ways that you use it! hope that makes sense...