In these times we are LIVING IN,
it is HARD TO REVEAL,
Whether if GENUINE or FAKE,
It's a THING we all have to DEAL.
Of all of the MAKEUP,
of a FACE that IS CONCEALED,
LASHES, WEAVES, and TATTOOS,
Of a FACADE is your COMFORT and SHIELD
We HIDE BEHIND these THINGS because
We just CANNOT UNVEIL,
We don't want to BE JUDGED or
hear how PEOPLE REALLY FEEL.
So, In these DAYS and TIME,
We SHIELD our OUTSIDES FROM WITHIN
We don't want to SHOW the REAL US,
INSTEAD we CHOOSE NOT to
BE GENUINE!!!!


B.R.
Date: 9/3/2024

Like house siding I stack the facade till a barrier grows
It adds curb appeal and social value I suppose
But for me it's a false face to hide the lows
Getting me through this reality that blows
A life time of running into doors with a sign reading "sorry we're closed"
Hanging next to the mandatory posted notice of demolition proposed

©2024

In the quiet spaces where my heart resides,
I craft a tale of endurance,  where emotion hides.
A facade of fine, a smile painted on,
Hiding the storms, where shadows are drawn.

Through the echoes of laughter, a silence persists, Enduring the ache, with clenched-fist twists.
I say I'm fine, a whispered refrain,
Yet in the depths, a tempest remains.

In the theater of tears, I play my part,
A master of pretending, a work of art.
The world sees strength, a resilient sheen,
But beneath the surface, a different scene.

I endure the weight, the burdens I bear,
A stoic facade, a delicate affair.
Yet, in this masquerade, emotions entwine,
For sometimes, saying "I'm fine" is a valiant design.

So let the verses of endurance unfold,
In the silent poetry of stories untold.
I wear a mask, a masterpiece divine,
Enduring, pretending, yet somehow,
I'm fine.