VAGUE

Perhaps she got lost very deeply

Into the abyss of pretending-

Which she suppose is an art,

That’s into all of us

And just are unknown about;

Cause it feels so regular and fervent

She has been doing it since forever

She, has really restrained it

It seems very disheartening

Herself-

Was although eager to ask:

The mirror on the wall

‘How are you doing?’

But a string of gravity in her heart

Pulled and dragged her very nether

Their eyes couldn’t meet

And got watery in an instant

Everything was illusionated

Felt like-

She lost her true self, her actuality

Pretending

Possibly forgot who she is

The fake she is the fake-real she now

Plastic smile always appears; itself

No permission taken or given

The journey to please everyone

Even when it felt dismal

Sounds unfairly fair to-

Avert being dragged through the mud

Endeavoring to fit ‘hers truly’

Pristine and minty

It’s true that happiness looks good on her

But simulated happiness looks much better

She’s good at being vanilla

‘I’m good at being vanilla’