Material

Ooooo! Pretty shoes I want those

Ooooo! Nice hair I want that

Oh my god and those nails! I want to get them

Why do I care?

Why am I obsessing?

What does this have to do for me?

I’m looking around everyone is wearing something expensive, something shiny, something new

I wish I didn’t care but I do

I want what they have

I want to be like that

Who cares

No one

I do

Everyone does

No one knows why

Money and things mean nothing

Yet they are everything

They are just materials yet so powerful

They have no voice yet are loudly heard

They have no eyes but they stare you down

They have no brain yet they figure out how to control you

I can’t get what they have

Yet I don’t want what they are

I want to be what I want

I don’t know what I want

People somehow know what I want

What I’m supposed to do

Lecture me on what to do

Telling me who I am

How would they know who I am

I change every second

I’m a new person every day

Why can it just never stay the same

Normal

Happy

Good

Why can’t it just be that for one full day

That is one thing everyone wants

But no one can buy