Inside

If she looked inside herself, she wouldn’t like what she saw 

She wouldn’t want to face what was there 

It would just be too much for her to take 

And so she did whatever she could to push it all away 

Any semblance of soul searching 

Anything that would seem like it may be too different from her

Anything that wasn’t part of her wild party 

Would just be flat out wrong 

So to hear someone else point out the very emptiness that was her 

It shook up too much 

It made her think about herself and what she was really hiding 

In an effort to keep the thoughts at bay 

She changed the story of a woman scorned seeking attention 

In the approval of others by blatantly showing her most intimate parts 

For some instant gratification

It was no longer about a woman that was hurt inside 

Refusing to let go of what wasn’t there 

Refusing to move on from what became bare 

It became about a rival that was just too uptight 

To see a little extra skin in bad lighting 

It became about a rival that was too much of a prude for the side boob 

The racy comments to the pictures weren’t inappropriate at all

If the world didn’t want to see it in their face, they could just turn their head

It became about the rival that wanted everyone to be like her 

Walking in a straight line 

It was never about searching inside for the why 

It was something that would never happen 

Like water and oil mingling together for more than 5 minutes

-Bioinca