Redux
feigned warmth and big smiles
shallow souls embrace nothing
essences hollow
Originally posted 1/29/2019 on I Write Her.
Lacking Depth
Tag: fake people
Spooky Time
Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Sheltered &
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #346
sheltered and protected
we save face
that’s the thought
put on a show
we hope they’ll like
because what we hide is scary
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
Inspired by What do you see #248
a faux smile
done up to the nines
purse flush
groovy, baby
the veneer is temporary
a facade in a fun time slot
the connection so basic
whispers as you blaze a trail
is she for real
who are you really, baby?
Flagrant Deceit
our demeanor
belies what we perceive
in the rooms we visit
our body language
held in check
to emanate positivity
our faces
with smiles and acquiescence
cover up our negating thoughts
our opinions
kept to ourselves
hiding what we really think
are we being kind or immoral?
Masked
Inspired by What do you see #242
fierce first impression
thoughtful, bold, intelligent
hides imperfections
Contortion
Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Unrivaled & Reena’s Xploration Challenge #298
a smile painted on
her bendy skills unrivaled
disguises herself
Cover
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #208 – A Stolen Identity & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Shadows
lurking below in the shadows
under the peel of my body
realness
is sequestered
in a culture favoring the shallow
a non-wave making personality
us
being perfectly fitting puzzle pieces
molded into a society of sameness
sometimes i am ashamed to possess a stolen identity
Judgment
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #90
behind long lashes
of a doe-eyed look
resides self-doubt
etched just below the surface
a glamorous facade
doesn’t hide the insecurities
that give way to fidgeting fingers
with an expectation of recognition
she beats herself up on the inside
of this plastic personality
waiting only for shallow adoration
that feels like judgment
Haughty
i was a native
but he was foreign to me
it’s because I lived atop the mountain
and he in the valley
i don’t mingle with his kind
Blonde Snake
how does a friend
look you in the eye
skipping not a beat
telling you an untruth
how does a friend
feel good about that
then just move along
without a conscience
how does a friend
call themselves a friend
a person who can be trusted
a person you can feel close to
how does a friend
continue to act innocent
double down on the original lie
get defensive and shame you
how does a friend
think to remain a connection
when truth means so little
when respect goes out the window
friends don’t do that
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