I see them pretending;
seeing them act whole and complete,
while questioning their self esteem.
Describing them as true would be false.
Remembering them as good would be bad.
Constantly comparing themselves for validation,
Falsely expressing emotion to gain acceptation,
yet always feeling they are in negation.
Caring for things that have no worth,
Sharing this illusion to the earth,
Studying ways not to veer,
Wearing a mask to hide the fear
of thinking everyone will sneer.
Wanting to live another's way,
Their fearing- it hallows them; consumes them day by day.
These needing shells will always exist,
Taking this painful existence.
Loving a thing which does not exist,
Wishing they had loved that which was missed.
