How does it feel to not be good enough to those who try not to be good enough...to those who validate themselves as less so their minds can conjure upon sales. To those who feel painted angst...to those who paste black over their hearts of large size...I ask you how...how does it feel to hide your happiness to display pain. How does it feel to wear a costume for other performers to introduce useless feelings? How does it feel to look around and envy everyone because you cannot envy yourself...and then you're lost upon your journey because you have decided to be lost. Why do we choose to create mind games upon the brink of happiness?
Created: Aug 19, 2012vikkisue914 Document Media