The girls are all spinning lies to make their self esteem cocoons gorge. Saying, "She, he, she is so, I don't know." Combing tales and altered stories. Exagerating trespasses. Walking around chewing on judgements to pass. I'm sick of these girls. Do you ever feel anything real? What do you do with it? Tuck it away and cry at night? Are you so confused without the words to name your feelings? Or do I only know these words because I have so many feelings to organize? Tell me if you feel, tell me why sometimes I let myself become this girl.

The boys are wearing dark clothes and have stopped bathing. Smear teenage boy eyelids with dark liner, smoke cigarettes as a giant fuck you. Reject everything that they don't understand, so full of hate. Sneer at the girls with the expensive jeans and refuse to see the person - so much easier to despise. Play your punk rock in the hall to intimidate. Tell me if you ever feel anything good.

Missed anything?
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