Fake

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: December 14, 2015

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Fake

Fake, a word most people probably know. “Something that isn’t real but you want it to be”. What in this world isn’t fake? My happiness? Fake. My always smiling face? Fake. My flawless skin? Fake. My Instagram followers? Fake. But why do I feel the urge to fake all of this ? Maybe because I want to fit in. I’m not happy, I’m not pretty, and I’m not popular. I’m just a girl living in this fucked up society with a mask always covering the person I actually am. Most nights I cry myself to sleep. True. Most of the time I’m sad. True. I got darker circles under eyes than the colour black. True. I fake my Instagram followers. True. But why? Why am I doing all this bullshit? Insecurity. Insecurity is the answer to all of this. Yes I am insecure, yes I do all this to feel better about myself. About my broken soul, my broken heart, my scarred wrists, my never sleeping mind and my empty body. Just for a short moment of joy, that is worth nothing in this mad world. A world only thinking about appearances, never about what’s on the inside. My empty broken inside.


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