I am acting.
So often I loose track.
Acting happy.
Acting sad.
Joking
sometimes with hidden meaning
and rarely honest.
It is a talent
that we are fascinated with
for empty purposes.
A skill to look you in the eyes
with a paper expression on
and speak words
that are full of hot air.
We like to be lied to
when they're pretty lies.
Yes.
I am acting.
As are you.
But mostly I'm acting for myself.
To convince myself
that maybe
the smile
and confidence
and makeup
and pretty lies
are real
(Once again not sure how I feel about this one. But I wanted it out there in case someone liked it)
YOU ARE READING
We as Humans
PoetryGolden threads from a dirt human. Poetry and philosophy that I write for me and share for you. (Cover art by Gabriel Levesque/@oskadesign)
