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
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