did you know anything about the real her?
that wasn't a silly performance?
did you realize her words were rehearsed many times you thought she was perfectly fine?
well, you didn't know that the smile was practiced
repeated many ungodly times at ungodly hours.
everything she has done was a fucking performance.
the words that came from her chapped lips,"I'm fine," with the signature smile that escaped
you may call her fake
but truly, everything since meeting you and on was fake
she even thought society was fake.
now, the curtains close
as she brakes down in the bathroom
but she recovers soon,
because the show must go on.
YOU ARE READING
astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins