Fake
My life is merely a cardboard cut-out that just fell over...
Lies and nothing more...
Been acting like things were good...
Like I wasn't walking out the door...
I realized as it all fell apart,
how fragile life can be...
How opaque, extreme, mired and cold...
In a prison, yet you're free...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2012
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