Jenny Fake Happy

jenny got informed early in life that to get by she needed to lock up all her emotions, she got told that there was a proper way to be & if she stayed that proper proper way, that it would open up the road to success, wealth & fame, if she let it, if she desired it (the desire of such things was said to be the end-all-be-all by said informant)---to excel in the proper way, she found quickly that to present each & every person she met with a face full of the most amiable happy dappy which she could muster (absolutely regardless of what it was that she was feeling inside) would ensure the best possible outcome, regarding her journey to the top. some people loved her, at least the “her” that they saw & some people weren’t convinced, so she spent her days of youth in that private campaign, that uphill struggle, pushing that rock to make sure it doesn’t roll down & crush…she did so, in order to be liked by all, she did so, in order to try & erase what was really going on inside. alas, jenny fake happy’s innards, they just didn’t agree with what the mind & will had been concocting… for them this was a wick that had been burning at both ends for quite some time---for them this was a waste of energy…energy that was not replenishable, energy that did not come from a renewable resource. so when her body rebelled, she just wasn’t ready---for the campaign will stress you out (but ya can’t show it now, because somebody’ll find you out), the campaign will drain you (can’t show it now, somebody’ll find you out), the campaign will wreck you & leave you out to dry & in that drying process, she had no real friends, because they’d never spent full time with her, she had no real love because it was all based on the image, she had no compassionate medicine of any kind & the disease that had riddled her distracted body, did her in--- and that was real.