I have this demeanour about me like I hate the world.

Messy hair, angry eyes.

People often joke about it,

The way I have a constant glare and 

downturned ends of my blood red lips.

Uneven eyeliner, pale skin.

Not caring enough about how I'm perceived 

to venture into the unknown, cruel, outside atmosphere 

and allow the blazing hot sun to caress my open appendages 

like you once did.

Headphones in, music loud.

I attempt not to hear the celebrity gossip in the halls,

the chitchat pertaining to clothing styles,

the arrogant words of others viewing from ignorant perspectives.

Ignored destruction, terrible humour. 

Immense distractions prevent citizens from seeing anything besides the new 'Bachelor'.

Humour has taken a turn to target anyone who challenges these views.

Activism, racism, feminism, have all been attacked while there is an uprising when series get cancelled.

Author's Note

I've noticed I jump around a lot when I write, if anyone has any tips to help I'd greatly appreciate it.