Pen Paper Couple- Poem (4th Anniversary Special Poem)

They call my style old boring art
But please tell me what they know about me?
When I say “slam” everybody looks at me and says “what”?
But if I say electro K-pop house, everyone stands up and whines “yeah”
Who said I wanna be famous like Rihanna?
Who said I wanna have monster fans like Lady Gaga?
Who said I wanna rock worldwide like Nirvana?
Hey guys
Before I came to this jungle I was just a dreamer
My teddy bears and pillows were my hardcore supporters
My room, my walls, my bed were my biggest stage ever
You’re talking about music? Okay
Music is my first and only lover
We started dating before saying “Hi mother “
And every day we met each other somewhere called mirror
Holding my Dior flask and singing you’re my heaven
Mama stares at me and says “I’ve got a crazy daughter”
And people were calling me a freaky loser
Yeah I admit it, I'm just a girl who’s doomed in her world that you call silly
I’ve grown up with daily kicks in my feeling that got me going hazy
But then My Pen Paper Couple got married and PYG’s whisper is their baby
I don't need banana peach party to be cool
I wet your cheekbones nothing to do with your 'Peach John'
I’m a chameleon that brings down your fake soul
And streams it down on all of you
I don't sell my "I love you" s
It’s something inked deep inside my core
And I don't collect dollars
To get wild in Ibiza spotlight
I let my pen kiss your heart
Sometimes it goes insane
That’s when you realize
There’s no price for your pain!
I’m an artist who talks emotions
Not a crook that’s playing with devotion
Cheating on simplicity with frustration
Claiming fair but breaking down the whole nation
Then disguising their complexes with metal!
Sorry dude if I smashed your rules
But I’m not flawless and you ARE NOT!
I’m fucking in love with my belly and I adore being skinny
Hey you!
I heard you’re comparing me to your idol
But she’s just a chick like me, like you so why do I bother?
Of course I can’t jump like they do
And my sexuality level is so low
Also I can’t paint my face like Picasso
So if that’s the meaning of success
I’ll raise my white flag up
You win and I give up!
You may think I'm a weak fighter
Can’t rape the paparazzi camera
But she is more talented than me in this shallow area
If you wonder about me,
I'm busy in my rotten space you hate
Playing with my words that you call trash
Maybe my world is running in slow motion but today, PYG doesn't need an introduction
Maybe I’m far from perfection but PYG never failed to make a good impression
Maybe I have no power to be an idol, you said, but PYG has no desire to join this torture