voidy
- help i'm a lesbian
You're my best friend, been by my side since the very beginning of 4th grade. It's always been me and you, no one else, against the world. For anyone else could never laugh the way you do, smile the way you do, joke around with me as you do. It would be truly overwhelming to tell you, after all these years, that I'm in love with you. However, I fear rejection and confrontation with my sexuality. Plus, I would hate to be a lesbian cliche so I'll stay in the closet for now, yeah?
olivia rodrigo - SOUR
- jealousy, jealousy
All your friends are so cool, you go out every night, in your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life. Got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend, too. I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you. All I see is what I should be; happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy. All I see is what I should be; I'm losin' it, all of it, jealousy, jealousy. Comparison is killin' me slowly. I think I think too much, 'bout kids who don't know me. And I'm so sick of myself. I'd rather be anyone else.
olivia rodrigo - SOUR
- traitor
When she's sleeping in the bed we made, don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me. I know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt. You talked to her when we were together, you gave me your word but that didn't matter. It took you two weeks to go off and date her. Guess you didn't cheat but you're still... you're still a traitor.
voidy
- glasses
I wear glasses. Always have, and probably always will. When I wake up, I put on my glasses, and look out the window. I watch as trees sway in the breeze, along the front lawn's green grass. However, today, I woke up and realized I slept with my glasses on! I peeled them off my face and wiped the lens with the cloth of my shirt. Then, I looked out the window. There was no breeze, no sway in the trees, and the grass was long dried up. The dirt on my lens kept me from seeing the world's true form.
voidy
- broken dreams
I have a dream. It's broken. I have so much hope for it, and it truly feels like destiny to me. The problem is, no one believes in me. My mom would pull me out of the will if I don't go to college. I don't want to live a normal, boring life. I want to make it big. I want to be something, someone to more than just the mirror. Even then, my reflection is just the broken pieces of myself, each containing even more of my broken dreams. My mom told me I have nothing to offer to the world. We'll see.
