Might as well get used to it
Life is full of disappointment
No one shows you who they really are
We all live our lives
Based on lies
Lies we tell ourselves
Lies we tell each other
Lies we construct in our minds
All in order to stay with each other
Lies not of malice
But to hide our scars
To live the lives we wish we had
The people we strive to be
While living in fear
That people will see
Our fragility
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By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Second Tuesday of November
No one knew how the event really started. Between a few beverages at the bar, maybe? Notes passed carefully on the street? Or, perhaps a secret meetup at early hours of the day? Whatever the root source was, we were here now on the second Tuesday of November. Nervous, but also absorbed by the allure.
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Deep and full of truth!!!
Good one!! 👍☺️Yes, but they are out there.. I can’t find them in “real life” but on here they are often very forthcoming.
This was extremely deep. Loved your poem!
Fake it 'til you make it. But what of those of us who never do?