No Good
Governing a smile with tension
Doing my best not to raise suspicion-
But it does me no good
Gone awhile without showing the expression
The frail and distort paleness in complexion
Tried my best to be present, yet so far I've failed at showing the proof
Kindness and sincerity flushed from me
Wasted down rusted pipes and cracked tubing
Faking it impossibly, but doing my best to stay cool
While fully aware that it does me no good
Though on the brink of anxiety
Banging at the front door of retirement-
Because falsity wears on fools
Foolishly succumbing
Slipping through palms that easily crumble
That make weakness seem humble
That bears pause to the easily corrupted
Trying ones best to overcome the uncomfortable
Though completely aware that it does me no good.
Copyright © Bianca Jones | Year Posted 2012
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