Your words are meaningless.

They’ll praise your looks

But not your talents

And wonder how

Your life could be so tragic

They’ll laugh at you

When you say you’re depressed

But cry as you’re laid

To your eternal rest

Crying out for help by venting your ill thoughts

But no one’s listening

Why you ask

Don’t you hear their compliments

Don’t be confused

They only love your body

Not you

This is what you wanted right

To become famous

To bask in the limelight

So why be upset

Why complain about being in the spotlight

Because it doesn’t stop

It doesn’t stop the sadness

Why do they only love my features

And not my madness

Am I just meant

To be a pretty face

To die a Shakespearean death

After watching my life waste away

Fade away

Is that what it’s meant to not be heard

To only be praised for my looks

And not my words

To be troubled for all my life

And become another statistic in front of their eyes

~a sleepy ghost~

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Author: Liv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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