•free verse•
like birds, they flock to him,
secretly, his life is grim.
they think it's them he'll bless,
but on the inside, he's truly a mess.
that doesn't matter to them now,
they are in a permanent bow.
but you don't give a single care,
about his 'perfect' over-gelled hair,
you see him for him the boy who's alone,
some things can't be masked by cologne.
he plasters on that beaming smile,
that only you know lasts a little while.
he tries to forget,
so he lives at the pub,
there he's still followed by his crazed fan-club.
you watch sadly,
and wonder how his life's gone so badly.
people look at him with rose-tinted lenses,
that buff out his imperfections.
oops, now they've figured out,
well now, without a doubt,
they'll scramble away from him,
because they've learned his life is grim.
-mew❤
