Mirage

Why is nothing permanent? The friendships i’ve lost and the self respect that's slowly diminishing into dust Tiny, miniscule dust It fades away after a day or two I act like i’ve moved on but no one has seen They haven’t seen the true me and I plan to keep it that way. The true me doesn’t contradict The true me doesn’t stay inside the lines The true me doesn’t overthink The true me should forget and move on, Be the little ray of sunshine that everyone expects The true me would meet society’s expectations But as I’m writing this I realize that the “true” me doesn’t really exist. It’s what society expects out of me.