Fake it to make it
With pride she stands on this very day
She doesn't stutter with the things she says
She doesn't flinch,her thoughts not astray
But she speaks her mind with untimely grace
She waves her hands and walks on out
They say she's perfect but "they" should never doubt
The skills of an actress who devotes her time
To ensuring that the world never sees her cry
But when she gets home she can finally breath
It's like the hand holding her just presses release
It's like her whole beds gotten rid of its sheets
And she can let loose and fall to her feet
So she cries and cries then cries some more
He panics she screams and throws things at the door
It doesn't matter if she's making noise
Cause she's all alone here,well her and her toys
She's as lonely as can be until she falls asleep
And wakes the next day to make her room look neat
Then touches up her face and puts on a smile
As she stops out for another day of faking for awhile
YOU ARE READING
Until she was happy
PoésieHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
