Why is it that I feel the most whole
When I have nothing left, in shambles
And that is when I recognize her.
The monster trained to smile, nod,
Give the sweet answers, taking everything
thrown her way. So good at being the
“Good girl” that the thin layer between
Acting and reality blur together, leaving confusion.
What was the truth and what was skill?
Even she no longer understood where one
ended and the other began. “Smile.
If you do it long enough maybe it will be true.”
And yet every time I face the mirror
with a practiced pull at my lips,
my eyes connect with hers in the reflection
only to be greeted with voids.
No emotion, no warmth, just cold.
A feeling that poisons my veins, my brain
Falling victim to contempt.
The monster wins again, I guess
That “maybe” won’t be today.
About the Creator
A. Nguyen
A writer at heart who wants to share my works. I want to evoke emotion in people when they read my writing but I won't ever know if I can, if I don't put anything out into the world so this is my first step :)
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