2015-01-04 - 6:50 p.m.
Oh, how I long to be what the world demands of me I want them all to see that I’m also valid as a true beauty Still, I don’t meet their requirements Their mockery and insults are my torments Why am I damned? Who are they to condemn? I know this sounds like a lame old song I’ve decided to play along I know this is wrong but it’s hard to carry on So I shed these extra kilos, which in real life just won’t be lost as instantly as I want them to, you know? Still, they refuse to see them in this show It’s my body but they think it’s their property It’s my flaws they refuse to see For now, I’ll just pretend that I’m really free “You’re so beautiful!” Oh, my – they’ve fallen into this bull which I’ve created to the fullest Is this my kind of success? Now they love me more but I don’t feel any greater as I glance at that girl in the mirror the wounded soul of the oppressed cheater, liar, and self-traitor... R. (Jakarta, 4/1/2015 – 6:00 am)
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