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Fake
She wonders when she’ll turn around only to find,
That every where she’d once been, all she left behind;
Was fake.
She thinks about the smiles and laughs, even her own;
And stumbles across the hidden lies never before shown,
What isn’t a lie?
What’s left if all you have isn’t what you thought?
How do you make sense when the pretense is caught?
What is the truth?
All you’ve ever known displayed in front of you.
One by one, the important things, claimed to be untrue.
Fake.
She wonders when she’ll turn around only to find,
That every where she’d once been, all she left behind;
Was fake.
She thinks about the smiles and laughs, even her own;
And stumbles across the hidden lies never before shown,
What isn’t a lie?
What’s left if all you have isn’t what you thought?
How do you make sense when the pretense is caught?
What is the truth?
All you’ve ever known displayed in front of you.
One by one, the important things, claimed to be untrue.
Fake.
Kay I know I'm bored when I start writing poem's without any emotional prompting.
Not a lot went into this so I don't expect to get anything from it. I like the end I guess, in fact I like this in general. It's just that right now it has no relevance. Nothing is fake in my life, in fact it might be a nice change if it were.
Still,
Comment and criticize.
I'd appreciate some feedback.
Cheers! ^^
Poem © =todo-mahem
Not a lot went into this so I don't expect to get anything from it. I like the end I guess, in fact I like this in general. It's just that right now it has no relevance. Nothing is fake in my life, in fact it might be a nice change if it were.
Still,
Comment and criticize.
I'd appreciate some feedback.Cheers! ^^
Poem © =todo-mahem
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some fake things are still fun, besides food they make me sad