Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

Am I pretty? She asks in vain While painting her lips pink The mirror does not answer her She needs to see a shrink While painting her lips pink She wonders if she's loved She needs to see a shrink Cause she believes in God above She wonders if she's loved If men love her for her skin Cause she believes in God above She knows the world is full of sin If men love her for her skin Does her conscience even matter? She knows the world is full of sin We lie, deceive, and flatter Does her conscience even matter? Maybe we're all just made of dust We lie, deceive, and flatter We look in the mirror with disgust Maybe we're all made of dust So what good is all this makeup? We look in the mirror with disgust Before we sleep and when we wake up So what good is all this makeup? The mirror does not answer her Before we sleep and when we wake up Am I pretty? We ask in vain

Growing up is realizing that Everyone and everything is full of sh** You smile but you really want to quit This world of Netflix, movies, sex, fame Everyone listens to the same music Everyone is the same Growing up is knowing Life isn't just, it's the complete opposite of We get where we get because of the people we know Not due to our talents, & our beauty died long ago It's a slog, a daily grind The only time I see the sunshine Is when it streams from the window in the room Will I be working here 'til I'm in the tomb? Growing up is... terrifying But grown ups aren't afraid of dying So we eat, cry, drive, and pray Day by day by fateful day Make this acrid fear go away In my mind is where I want to stay Where the skies are forever grey