The mask carefully conceals
stories kept cautiously hidden
deep beneath the surface
of what’s seen to the naked eye.
They’ll tell you they want honesty
yet cringe at the daunting reality
the weight of what it means to be struggling
through the cares and woes of this life.
They say they want truth,
but settle instead for the lie
the casualties of surface conversations
for the sake of avoiding messy entanglements
the kind that come with caring to know
and so, instead of letting it show
the veil remains securely in place.
A script to be recited
according to a moment in time, when
the situation calls for it.
Ready at a moment’s notice!
The characters are well prepared for their performance
doing their best to own it
to convince the audience
of whatever it is they’re trying to show them.
No one would dare to tell them,
they don’t really want to be there.
In fact, they couldn’t possibly care, any less.
Honesty is too abrasive.
Sincerity, instead then, is replaced with,
pretending to be present
to act as though, one intended
to say and do and feel
whatever it is they end up doing.
An act, a show, a sale of sorts
to get from to A to B and on to C and D
struggling, striving, hustling
to make it happen
to make it work
to sell the show
enjoy the perks
Learning how to manage
Discerning how to maneuver
Though the show might reek of falsehood
what matters in the end, is “it’s all good.”
Avoiding the uncomfortable truth
of what it means to be honestly you
for the sake of surviving in a society
That would rather not know of how hard it might be
to live a day in the life of your reality.
And so, as not to disrupt or ruffle any feathers
I’ll pretend once more, that I could possibly care any more!
I’ll tell you how it’s so important!
I’ll dress the part, and do my damnedest to sell the performance
If it means another day of survival,
I’ll learn the part to play, and make my show believable.
I’ll do what it takes
cover up my mistakes
pushing forward and onward
for the hope of a better life,