Perhaps you’re not young anymore and perhaps your youth was different than mine, however you can still feel how broken I am, how insecure, how scared, how I hate the popular kids but ache for their throne, how I love older men but they don’t love me back because they’re too old.
how I never have any money, how I like to smoke pot and float, how I go to clubs and face the wall and play with the shadows my hands and body make on the wall. I close my eyes when I dance and wish that someday – I’ll be adored.
