Michael Leen

☆✩☆!!!𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚁!!!☆✩☆ ☆ TW: Implications of -$3/f H@®m -s3lf h@t®3d -obsessive behaviour ☆ This is "Michael Leen". He's a poser. ☆ What about the past though? He wore a different outfit everyday for 7 years straight. First it was emo. Then scene. Then it was decora. He also tried y2k, vintage, grunge, pastelcore, goth. He went from fitting, to baggy, to layering. ☆ He couldn't pick a style. Nor a personality. He was hard to trust. Coloured contacts. Different hair colour every month. Some people liked Him. Found Him interesting..."or so they said". Others felt uneasy in His presence. He was so many people...so many people that didn't exist. "He was nothing." HE just wasn't a thing, you know. He was never really there. "Not mentally, at least." ☆ But one thing always stayed the same. He always had this blinding grin on His face. Sometimes it was soft and comforting, paired with this dreamy, surreal look in His "gorgeous" eyes. Other times it was sharp. Mocking. Eyes would stay narrowed as He would quietly judge every breath you took. Or, it could always be fIirty!~ ☆ Anyways. No matter what He wore. No matter what accessories He put on. It was never enough. Never 'the look He was going for'. "It just didn't feel quite right, y'know..." ☆ He couldn't decide for Himself. So He became a "beautiful" model. it's that simple! They'd just tell Him 'wear this' or 'wear that', 'stand there' and 'turn like this'. He'd even get paid for it. His "beautiful" face was plastered on magazines, postcards, posters, clothing sites, even on notebooks sometimes. "It was nice." ☆ Sometimes, Michael would feel overwhelmed. Like everything was blending together. So He lashed out on people. On all the wrong people. Screaming, crying, barking, laughing, howling. Even singing sometimes. He'd get v1ol€nt. Hvrt innocent people. People who trusted ?im. People He loved. "He didn't mean to." But he still hurt them. "He couldn't control it." But he still hurt them.