Fake.

So fake.

Jealousy, you don't hide it well

You use others to climb to the top, conversations have no substance.

Looks, they matter, we have mentors, in our age group?

We can't find what to wear, so we go to her facebook page

We pretend to be friends, so we don't look like we don't have any

If that's what a friend is, I don't want one.

We cover our jealousy with a huge smile.

and say...its whatever...bitch you know you hate her.

For what?

Why feel that way?

I'm past it, ten steps ahead of everybody, I see the road ahead and what it entails. 

I'll prepare myself now.

These games you be playin, being fake, so fake that your like a piece of plastic I could burn with a cheap bic ligher. I'll watch you melt.

Real talk though, if that's the type of person you want to be...

If you'd rather look past someone's eyes towards the routes and avenues they can put you on instead of looking into their eyes and seeing where they could end up with you, helping you to grow and be a better person...that's the life you choose, and that's the beauty of life, we have choices. 

i choose to be real, happy, think ten steps ahead and not sweat the small stuff. Inlusion is overrated, and the cost is climbing. 

Life hasn't afforded me enough cheddar to spend it on stupid shit like this.