I swipe to the next photo on my phone screen,
which again, is a selfie of me.
Which one shall I post?
The one of me eating a cake, or just staring off into space?
Or with the cute boy in the background that I plan on hunting down?
I don’t put any effort in writing a caption because, who cares about words
when I’m there?
Tall and curvy with luscious long hair and dark lashes.
Any boy’s dreams.
Every girl’s epitome of reaching perfection.
Blocking numbers and people on social media
is a daily routine.
I have to get home and plan my
#ootd for tomorrow! Where is this boy
who was supposed to buy me pizza?
I’m sooooo annoyed.
I haven’t bought a new top in, like,
Why do I need him?
The prompt was one I found on Pinterest and it went like this: Write a poem about yourself in which nothing is true.
Well, it was really fun to write because I really don’t like girls like this. What you see is what you get and where is the mystery, the enigmatic aura of wanting to know the person when everything is laid out in front of you? Be nice, make your mind beautiful. I’m not saying you shouldn’t be pretty or dress up, but that’s not all that should be there. I like to look pretty, too, but I know for a fact that, there’s more to me than that. At least, most of the girl I admire are like that.