I scroll through my parents' Facebook accounts mindlessly at 4:10 AM. Looking at all the photos. No matter how hard I try and push the word away it keeps reappearing in my muddy thoughts Staged. Each family portrait. Each selfie. It's all staged. I'm troubled by the thought of how many people have gotten mislead by these images. Imagining all the history that gets replaced with forced smiles. It's all staged. My phone illuminates the deception. My **** mug glows a sickly color as the lies burn holes in my retinas.
It's all staged. I begin to wonder about the truth behind everyone else's photos. What secrets are hidden in those empty-eyed smiles?
Behind all his smiles and silly gestures He longs to walk a thousand miles away He desires to escape from everyday No more small talk Or large gatherings The curtain has CLOSED A contemporary task.
In the eyes of the crowd All they see is the proud facade Entertainment is important And all they care about Forgetting the person behind the PERSONA a temporary mask.
As his mask fades Rabbits shift into sparrows No light at the end Only cued applauds Some flowers And skewed imagery An exemplary stage.
Disappearing into the night Unmasking the illusions he conjured. The sinking reality comes back As Lingering Silence echoes his longing… A price to pay of the famed gift Hoping this will be his last...
Justin G / **Pax
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