#faade
I have searched and searched,
searched every nook and cranny,
peeked in every crack and crevice,
labouring away night and day,
for what exactly, or rather who?
I'd been hoping I'd be able to finally put a face to the society's hot topic,
good for you,
you’ve been excellent at evading your impending doom
before your debut all I’ve met are carcasses and void vessels,
already succumbed to the forces of natural
selection,
in a society subject to fraudulent noble’s and kings-men,
tragically here you are, part of that same chain,
already fallen victim to the birds of prey
side eyes and snickers,
whispers and scratches,
dear, they have all been talking,
and trust, you are the hot topic
for in all this noise and chaos,
you are still the centre of attraction
now I've seen a 'trailer' of your fall from fame,
your facade will be torn apart to reveal the true you,
bit by bit until all that is left is that rotten carcass,
the one that you have worked harder than the devil to conceal from us all,
in attempt to create a fly persona,
and fake vibes based-off 'Euphoria'
the drugs must have gotten to your head
what else did you expect?
you have been too engrossed in your attempt to be relevant,
you failed to notice how everyone had caught-up to your little lie
thought you were running up that hill to the peak of fame,
you have been rolling down that hill to infamous valley of shame
turns out you have been chasing after satire hopes and dreams,
thriving off fake vibes and peers that are not your peers,
exposed, ostracized, vulnerable and indecent
they say your past is what makes you
but they did not mention that it could demolish you,
transform you into a magnet for mockery and ridicule
they are coming for you,
armed to the nines,
save yourself,
if you can
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 2:12 AM UTC
Stupendous ideas and inspiration filling the canvas with my brush
To present it in front of the unknowing crowd watching with sorrow, courage or lush
It is not the painting which the artist considers his exposition
No, its the lies of which the viewer claims its meaning and conviction.
To put on an act and say ‘Aye, keen eyes that is indeed as intended’
Agreeing with all of the interpretations, no matter how wild or splendid
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 10:00 PM UTC
Why is it that even if someone breaks my heart I'll take them back? You could hurt me over and over but I'll be holding the door wide open the next time, no matter how much I cry or how angry I am, I'll forgive it all for a chance at the good times. People call me strong but actually I am so weak I cannot support myself, I act so fake like nothing hurts me at all but inside I struggle to breathe as I am drowning in my own hatred, I cry and try to stop but everyone thinks it's a joke since I'm happy the rest of the time, I write down my feelings which are true in the form of poetry but everyone thinks it is just an expression so they don't worry.
That is both an advantage and disadvantage of being a writer, I could write all my deepest and most sincere thoughts, and everyone will think it's merely a beautiful poem.
Is it not?
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
individuals, dozens of them
prying until the sun
lit up the grounds
it felt like the heavens
when you did not
yet my smile
appeared too soon
faltered when you left me
bounded with affection —
crippled butterflies
leaving to never
fly near again.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 7:15 PM UTC
The hardest part of being happy
Is keeping up the charade.
Behind each smile is a sore lip
Bruised with anxious bites
Each time someone looks away.
Behind each laugh is a broken sob
Muffled into silence,
Hidden and saved for a rainy day.
Behind each kind word is a crack
In an already shattered heart,
Taped together with the words
“I’m fine”.
Behind each “I love you” is a desperate cry,
Screaming “Please don’t leave me”
Until their voice is gone.
The hardest thing about being happy
Is you can only play this game
For so long.
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
My life’s a show
I’m holding back things
You don’t know
Mind’s inside out
My social anxiety’s got me
I ain’t too loud
Keep close my pride
I try to hide
My alter ego is an alien
I aim to be superhuman
Distance, I create
Help, I cannot wait
Taking myself into isolation
Need some insulation
My heart’s cold
Can’t stand the heat
Pressure’s too heavy
Expectations got me beat
I’m going down
I don’t know if I can take this
(Now read from bottom to top)
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC
I.....
Wear glasses,
Because weak are my eyes,
Am one of those backbenchers in classes,
Cracking jokes and breaking the ice,
Upon my lips always a,
Sweet,
Mischievous,
Caring,
Smile,
I try to be the perfect friend,
Take the blame in the end,
Play lots of sports,
Mastered games of all sorts,
Teacher's pet,
Prefer when a plan is set,
But it's all the face of a card,
That's all a façade,
In reality I'm a mess,
Always high on stress,
An emotional wreck,
Overthink every little thing,
I'm the Joker in a deck,
Unwanted and ignored,
I find joy in being lonely,
For then nobody I can trust,
And words won't hurt me,
I may look strong to see,
But inside I'm very weak,
It makes me sick,
Sadness is a pain,
But in it I feel a dark pleasurable gain,
And it kills me from inside,
It is how I am as a person,
It is my style,
My life now,
For tomorrow is another day,
Before everyone I have to dawn a smile..
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
it was never about you;
those words were written as a form of art –
each word planned and meticulously placed.
it was always about the broken smile romanticized in books, plays and films;
or the way a single strand of hair paralleled with the pigment of the morning sun.
it was how your features resembled the most artistic and aesthetically pleasing parts of the world.
these poems represented the “honeymoon stage” of a relationship,
[our relationship]
a façade;
when you read these poems,
remember that they’re a form of art;
you were the poison behind the inspiration,
you were never the art.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 3:08 AM UTC