They talk different. They move different. Their laughter is forced. Their hair is perfect. They chose sides. They choose people. The people they have chosen they use. They judge. They never change. They pretend to be happy. They put on a face. They make you do their dirty work. They judge you for not looking a certain way. They are plastic.
We live in a world were there is a lot of fake. People only see the part of you that you want them to see. Being who you are sometimes isn’t how you get popular. They pretend to be someone else to look good.
I don’t want to be one of those people. One of those people who pretend. One of the people who are not themselves. They are so pathetic. Does it make them happy? Being someone else to be liked. I want to feel loved because I am myself. So when I feel like saying something weird, blunt, crazy, I just do it, I don’t care what people think. They can be plastic but at least I can be real.
Don’t change who you are for other people. Those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. The people who are worth it won’t care how weird I am.
Keep smiling, keep scrolling.