Sitting on a brick wall, a girl struggles with rejection and with her identity.
Some attitude and a profound expression.
Frustration with femininity.
He could push his words on people and “it wouldn’t mean anything.”
Wishing others would shed their ignorance.
We lose perspective when we get caught up in too many distractions.
Has the human race become wishy-washy and disrespectfully rebellious? If it’s true, the consequences.
You think me clean, but I have only mastered hiding my filth.
When the distractions are gone and we can concentrate on our hurt, we find how lost we really are.
An expression of the frustration of living in a world where we are trained to “be what they want to see.”