Pretending,something we all are familiar with,
Schedule full of hypocrisy every task,
We pretend to be happy , confident,
You know,the typical ' fake it till you make it',
We breathe attempts to be perfect,
Why ?when none of us is?,
Oddly, everything is superficial,
We build connections on the surface,
And keep a blind eye to the underneath,
We strive so hard to be comfortable,
But the truth we can not digest,
We can't be comfortable if we can't be uncomfortable,
So many layers to us,infinite,
So much potential in our connections,fortunate,
Our definition of beauty is robotic,
Typical perfection and hypocrisy,same old,
But here I tell you gen Z child,
We are most beautiful when we express,
When we are not trying to hide our truth,
When we do not consider emotions strange,
The heart truly is losing its place,
Because we are heavy on pretend knowledge,
A treasure that only we Eve's children were given,
When we open our hearts we are constantly feeling it all,
Conclusively; we don't want to be moving corpses,
We can give it a couple shots,
And then bless infinites.
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In My Mind
PoetrySometimes,the only thing that saves us is ranting and here is mine.