
I’m searching for something deeper when I write
It’s easy to be self indulgent
Talk solely about shallow love and sex
Make posts of myself half naked
To build a social media following
That doesn’t care about my well-being
Checking the boxes of vanity and having a body for days
But I can’t be a tool living for the sake of appeasing others
Only to become a modern day slave
I won’t play nice
I won’t be cute and just behave
Cross me off your list
I have failed time and time again to assimilate
I’m running to the finish line
But my slow moving feet are always late
I’m not looking for the next level
I’m not struggling to be accepted in a place where few souls are.
I’m reaching for love and hope but my ambitions feel far
Like driving a long race in a go-cart
But I refuse to give up and be counted as the lost
So I’m searching for something deeper when I write
Even when wrong seems easy I have to do something right.
Love always, Esha ❤