#yikes im a sad gorl

[just-a-hopeless-writer]

It’s not their fault

That the person they’re pushing forward

Doesn’t exist.

Tell my anger that.

I’m a dissapointment.

I’m not her.

I’m not this shadow they know.

The shadow

She makes me sick

The shadow

She’s like me

But a better me

She’s the me that you see

She’s laughing and smiling

It’s fake

And forced

And sickening

Would you be able to tell the difference

Between a girl and her shadow?

It seems easy

But maybe it isn’t

Because you haven’t so far

My shadow is a shapeshifter

She’s not dark and lanky

Or faded and short

She looks like me

A perfect copy

A laughing, smiling copycat

Of a crying, cracking girl.

It’s cheesy sure

A concept kind of worn out

But would you?

Could you?

Would you put the expectations of a mansion

On a dollhouse

And then be dissapointed

when it does not perform

Just simply because it looks like the real thing?