A life full of faking:
Looking from a far, so
picture perfect, and so fake.
How am I to know what's
real and what's not, when all
my life has been all but
real.
A plastic smile to whomever
I meet, always the listener,
never the speaker, afraid of letting
all the pent up emotions let
loose.
A different story for anyone
listening, struggling to find
a way out of the fake
lives I tailored for myself.
Once a happy girl, now
a helpless woman shielded(lost)
in the midst of the spiralling
stories of a fake love.
How am I to come away,
when I've known nothing but
this since ever. Accustomed to
a life of fakery, wondering
if there is a way out.
Comments1
Strong words, nice write!
Thanks for reading.
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