Your whole means of existence,
Elusive,
Centered around lies,
And illusions.
Afraid that once you reveal
what's underneath that cloak of
innocence,
they'll run away and never look back.
Capable of infallible deceit,
more deserving of any Grammy
any Oscar,
Ever given out.
Making them believe
you're fine.
Like on auto-pilot,
Adept to fulfilling their every need
But your own needs,
Consigned to oblivion.
It gets tiring,
You should know...
It's sad,
You should know,
That your entire life
years of trudging through,
Is nothing but a facade.
YOU ARE READING
Unleashed Silence
PoetryI could fill a thousand pages telling you how I feel and you still wouldn't understand. In fact I don't even understand but I fear of drowning in the words left unsaid.
