Fake Or Real

The long day has pulled her down and out The walls are closing in, she needs to shout She sends a scream into the pillow case, Wipes off the tears and puts it back in place. Presentation of perfection she must achieve At least until all the guests take their leave. Smile on the outside, as tears fall underneath Dressed up and proper, naked under her sheath Housewife to her misery, mother, daughter, self. Married into status, surrounded by welcoming wealth. The cards have been played, her queen reigns, With a red heart that bleeds lost loved pains Sacrificed love for security, a wrong she can't right Praying for anyone, to come rescue her this night Anchored to a life of plastic, made up, and fake Killing her ever slowly, how much can she take