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.