Simple was something she was when she had no desire to be overly obsequious.
She could be complicated if she wanted to, but she often gave up for fear of being understood.
She doubted whether or not people really cared beyond the facade.
Her clothes reeked of a cologne that was not her own, yet nobody else's.
Her mascara was often smudged, not because she had been crying, but because her eye itched.
She often wondered if there was anything more than her outward appearance.
She didn't have anything else to show, but people expected her to be so much more.
Maybe she had left herself somewhere along the way and she hadn't even noticed it was gone.
Sometimes she pretended that she was actually much more interesting than she really was.
Sometimes she pretended that she was in a monotone world.
Yet, she was stuck in a limbo.
If she weren't so used to mediocre, she would probably be upset.
She could be complicated if she wanted to, but she often gave up for fear of being understood.
She doubted whether or not people really cared beyond the facade.
Her clothes reeked of a cologne that was not her own, yet nobody else's.
Her mascara was often smudged, not because she had been crying, but because her eye itched.
She often wondered if there was anything more than her outward appearance.
She didn't have anything else to show, but people expected her to be so much more.
Maybe she had left herself somewhere along the way and she hadn't even noticed it was gone.
Sometimes she pretended that she was actually much more interesting than she really was.
Sometimes she pretended that she was in a monotone world.
Yet, she was stuck in a limbo.
If she weren't so used to mediocre, she would probably be upset.
Blogging inspired by "L.E.S. Artistes" by Santigold (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kCeZzW54a2o)
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