Everything is fine Nothing is wrong A smile is pasted on my faceLaughter comes quicklyIt’s a maska farce, a lieInsideI cryhopeless…
Rebuttal of pretending,swivel through time and space,sun reveals truths darlings we kept locked in chambers,forthright appears we are held…
i smile my pain away in publicto nurse my hurt in private
One-line response to Harper Thorpe’s wonderful Prompt “Pretend”
Wear a fake smile, look awaySay I’m OK — stutterDisguise wears offWith loved ones