fake

Her whole life,
Things have been rough
She’s so good at pretending
You wouldn’t call her bluff
She may seem strong
But that’s a long shot
Have you ever thought,
That just maybe,
What you see is wrong?
What you see is an image
Gone through thousands of filters
And touch ups
No more flaws, no more glitches
But faking takes energy
More than you could ever imagine
Everyday she is drained
The light no longer in her body
The fight seems too long, too tough
She asks herself,
Is it really worth fighting?
She falls asleep crying
She’s just so good at lying
She had her heart broken in two
But she would never ever tell you
She pieces herself together every morning
She puts on her plastic smile
Glues back together her heart
And continues to face the world

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Comments
Hello loesipie...
Growing up I hid a lot of things from my parents and I handled a lot on my own because, they could have made it worse if they got involved...
When I reached adult age I began telling my Mother some things here and there...
She realized she didn't know this stranger who stands in front of her and she also realized how much I went through alone and she loved me more than she ever did...
But, then I didn't need it...
That's when we became friends...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
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