We carry silver dollars in our pockets to be sure that we rule the world. We smoke dope and get high to forget that there's a real world out there full of real suffering and real starvation and real pain. We get drunk and we forget. We forget that there is beauty on this planet. We wrap our selves in silk and million dollar gowns and think that this is beauty. We think that laying in bed full of cancer and coating ourselves in face paint is beautiful. Lip injections and face lifts and implants, its all to make us beautiful. You'll stand on the edge of the universe and scream until your sure that someone's heard you, then come back down. This is your idea of fun. You make yourself bleed so that someone will notice and bring you a band aid and hold you tight in their arms and whisper sweet nothings so you'll stop crying. They don't realize your smiling and laughing under your breath, this is just what you wanted. You place your hand on the space on my back between my two love handles and it reminds me of lemon slices, and if none of this makes sense run it through your head five thousand times until its all just a fog and doesn't need to make sense because nothing makes sense anymore. I fight my way through a battle to find the perfect pair of shoes before some other girl who will be there too finds them and takes them from my feet. This is what makes sense? I can't smell lemons when you touch my back but I can reenact the civil war to find the perfect pair of stilettos that I'll wear once then shove them in a closet to rot like the rest of by past. This is called being civilized. Makes perfect sense to me. We'll get shots and cry and complain because of a sore arm that we know will get better in hours. And we're all lying through our teeth, pretending we've changed when were all playing dress up and house, mocking each other without noticing. I have respect for dandelions. They are all the same, but at least they can admit it. They don't dye themselves red and pretend to be roses. A dandelions a dandelion, whey can't you just be you? And if all these are are thoughts from a girl that doesn't know how to think, maybe that's what you need, a bit of mind numbing ramblings reminding you to stay awake and stat alert! Someones always trying to be you, and thats the last thing you need.