I was you…

The end goal,

their sole goal.

A shallow life

bereft of real soul.

They ask,

what it is like

to be old.

To be a postscript

to their prologue;

their ink soaked dreams.

These girls count

their age in fractions.

Eager to experience everything.

To wear it fast and loose.




Blind to their

own beauty.

Individuality main-streamed

A Selfie redeemed

social popularity.

I was you

I tell them.

I was every uncertainty,

every weight,

the hormonal fate

of alien limbs.

Contorting my will

to hide my ignorance,

through a detached indifference.

Perfection is flawed.

I assure them.

I was you,

before I became me.

Defined by…

Defined by beliefs

Defined by your looks

Defined by the imagery, in magazines and books…


Defined by your past

Defined by mistakes

Defined by the choices, that everyone makes…


Defined by society

Defined by your friends

Defined by the energy, the media expends…


Defined by opinions

Defined by the polls

Defined by the endless, never-ending loopholes…


Defined by your gender

Defined by your sex

Defined by the libido, trademarked by Durex…


Defined by relationships

Defined by your mates

Defined by desires; your likes and your hates…


Defined by ambition

Defined by success

Defined by your drive, to make more out of less…


Defined by definition

Defined by the fact

Defined by your fear and your failure to act…