Looking up to something that’s not real

I want to be a cool kid, but I’m not interesting enough

To be famous, rich and pretty

is all that I want really

Or maybe I could just be more colourful

and weird, but in a way that people like to see.

Confident in my own skin, not caring

what other people think of me

So much that they’ll envy me.

Always be better, smarter, kinder, cuter

more yourself

but less yourself

careless, cool and edgy

Acting like I don’t want attention

when all I really want is exactly what I mentioned.

Be a little more like her, smile a little brighter,

laugh a little louder, so they will envy me.

But my laugh will never sound like hers.

Because she does not care about what other people think of her.

She’s so careless, everybody envies her.

Or is she maybe, just maybe, just like me?

A teen girl that wants to be everything that she is not.

Am I just looking at someone, calling them

perfect or better than me, when all they see

is their own imperfections and that girl

that wears her smile so carelessly.

They run after perfection just like me, don’t they?

Then we run after perfection

all the same way.

Elena Vonite