A Dreamer’s Despair

Put on a pretty face

So when the bright lights hit

The audience – in awe

Is completely blinded –

feigned exuberance!

 

They stare unknowingly into the abyss

You lay in the hollows

completely undressed

Surrounded by articles

Of your dirty laundry

 

You think to yourself

‘Someday I’ll get out of this mess’

And the hopeless dreamer never gets any rest

So you think yourself mad

In times of distress

Until thinking becomes as mindless

as the fluctuating feelings you felt

 

Need I digress?

 

Tell me something real!

Tell me something real!

 

Fictitious fiends forgo

Your relentless reveal

Leave me be

Please,

Let me heal.

 

© Mena B. 2018

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