Seeking approval from the world doesn’t get you anywhere,
Yet it gets you somewhere.
Reaching for something that is out of reach,
Only digs a hole deeper for you.
The runway cannot tell you, you’re beautiful
Only the mirror can.
Being the face of a top magazine, only quenches that unsightly craze.
But when a new issue is out,
You’re only left behind as a blunt memory.
A smile of a hypocrite is as delightful,
It is only you and I who see right through them.
A glimpse into the future draws me further away from you
Yet the present lives a big sign on my door.
The world may approve of it, but I won’t.
Keep trying so hard to be where you want to be and what you’re not.
Keep trying to force yourself into a circle you don’t belong in.
Keep trying as hard as you can because only a few know the real you.
A big fake smile to the world is all they need from you for now.