Conformity
Paste on that smile and pretend.
Morph into a character that doesn't feel like the skin.
That I'm in.
The rehearsal is about to begin.
The costume has to win.
The theater is slammed but I feel alone.
Body here but my mind is home
And just like that I’m gone. Activated.
Animated, as the tone changes.
Slip away, acting like my phone ranging.
Complicated, as my patience grows thinner.
Dry chicken, no sauce, dinner.
Awkward for all.
Enthusiastically talking ball.
Anticipating wifeys fake call.
It's so stuffy in this room.
As the energy is fueled.
By substances I don't use.
But I drink anyway too, I don't know.
Look cool, or to avoid the man looking at my shoes.
Who is only interested because of what I do.
And not who I am.
For we have nothing in common except we have no clue.
Why we’re here.
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