Worthless

People don't say "you're not good enough" with their words but with their actions. They will treat you like such. Their face will say it, they will try and find the words, or they might flat out and lie by telling you the opposite of what they are told. They will sell you broken promises and feed you empty words. Worthless is the word they are searching for. From the depths of their hearts, you see past the facade they put on and grime that comes out and you know what they are truly about. At the end of the day, who you are will come and play. You are what you think, you are what you say, you are what you do, and those things show you that their character is true. But what do you do if you cannot see any of these things?? You don't know what they think, they cannot speak, and all they do is send you a hint by posting a pic. What do you do when the action is "post" and you just watch as they boast about the things you say you wanted to have and do the exact things you wanted to do. They go the places you've only dreamed of going and the more you see the likes of it all, the more you are appalled. Worthless.

You give up on your dream. Day by day, post by post, you scroll and you scroll and you think of the world and all that it holds. You are not satisfied with the thought and idea that everyone else has gone there except for you. Slowly but surely, the dream fades and you no longer dream any more than what's reality. You sit on the floor, a chair, a bed, the mysteries floating around in your head. The desire to compete, the desire to be first, the desire to become what you have inferred to be the trendiest person on Earth. Wow! That would be cool to be that type of person people looked up to at school. To have your name googled and get free things because you're frugal and now all of a sudden you awake to find that you no longer have dreams. Just thoughts you cannot place into words like captions under pics: so clever, unique, and useful. The fight is within, the battle under your skin to be who you truly are... without the help or aid of Myspace. I Facebook to gain knowledge, I Tweet every single thought when it arises, I Instantly Gram the highlights of my whole life, and send every Snapshot to create a story of what I wish my life was actually like. All merge into one thing that I am not, ignoring the person I am not, to become the person I am not which is Worthless.