My Secret Notebook
This notebook is my canvas
where i'll great my fleeting thoughts
'cause talking to people my age is like talking to robots.
We're addicted to the updates of all the social queens
and love following the trends
printed on every magazine.
feelings now make us vulnerable
and opinions aren't given crap
so now all meaningful sentences conytain some sort of gap.
Then we hide behind emojis and candid pictures that we take,
becuase we can't let anybody know
our mishaps and mistakes.
We can't show people who we truly are because were afraid of what they'll say
so we'd rather keep that to ourselves and store it all away.
maybe that's why there is music
to let it out for just a while
to let it catch it's finale breath before we cage it in denile.
"Are you ok?" is a very common phrase
we all have used before
but we've made it human nature to lie about our wars.
These wars that are fought inside our head
that keep us up at night
the ones that our closest seem to realize
but never help to fight.
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