As I lay awake at night,
when all the verbs of the day
are in the past tense,
the whispers come and visit me.
And with them they bring
the dismissing eyes of readers
who more often than ought
disregard my words as those of angst.
The disappointed look on my mother's face,
the accusations of my father,
and the erratic movement in my mind
accumulate to portray a life in ruin,
the life of a self obsorbed teen
in search of a soul to keep.
But, would it surprise you to find
I'm the person standing behind you
buying a pair of jeans?
Or the person that 20 years ago
promised to love you forever?
I spend most of my day smiling
but dont confuse it with happiness.
At a young age we learn that
life is only as good as we can pretend it to be.
And its to that we clinch in times of despair.
It may be for our sake
that fallen tears have no place in fantasy,
but they cant fall forever.
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Submission Name: Seeing Me?
