Contrived smiles
And fade beauty.
Lost to years of a phoney life.
An imitation of happiness
Invented victories
And downright lies.
I see you, inside it
Timorous and soft.
Waiting, quietly waiting
For the
Ball
To
Drop.
And smash all around you
All the make believe and lies.
The paper mache promises
Counterfeit associations
Of friends whom you despise.
I see you, yes I see you.
As you puff out your augmented chest.
And strut and swagger
Away from me.
It never has & it never will I guess.
