T stole me

On a scale of 1 to 10 how indecisive are you in the bathroom stall holding jaws to your hair, watching it fall to the ground. How far will you go because you don’t know what is going on. Rub materials through your skin and treat your head like a shrine to your addiction of controlling change. If you can’t be pretty, you can atleast switch it up and wear made up shoes and walk in fake footsteps. Right? Did the dye seep through to your brain and grab the addiction.
If someone is stealing yourself then you act crazier and counteract the counterfeit you. You aren’t made because she’s filling your shoes, you’re mad that she’s doing it better. Dragon tattoos should be etched on her skin. I guess she got the memo that I failed my job.