A New Pollution

For Tabitha.

I'm not close to platinum nor perfection
and my waist size is no where close to negativity
the Beautiful Girls memorizing their phrases they utter each day-flawless
And it hurts to see each other committing suicide
And it hurts to see each other not exclaiming I'm Alive

Funny how we're all robotic with monotone mediocrities
Originality and uniqueness is dubbed obsolete
but I think I'm going to bed hungry tonight
and it hurts to see girls dying of anorexia
and it hurts to see no one dying of old age

The Bamboo tree out back is trying to scream its wisdom
of how we're all running in a psychotic cycle
But what hurts the most is seeing people die of vanity
Dying for beauty when each breath you take is pure

And I'm sorry about the fact that
She keeps a tissue box next to her bed at night
Since her pillow has run out of its hiding abilities
And I'm also apologetic that the mirror loves the TNT magic it causes

But we're all now breathing in harmony
in a great trend of a new pollution
With every second I feel her withering
and ever second the wind's ready to blow her away
Our new pollution isn't a sickness
Out new trend is genocide.