Hope and other shallow things


Rise up and go about your business
Do everything neat and right
It's not sustainable so you'll need some rest
Wallow in a puddle clutching your espresso
Stop playing pretend for long enough to breathe
Friends, all they see
Is the face you made yourself
Coyly crafting an image unbreaking
Always in the right, confident and smart
Powerful gait and saying all the right things
But you know you've got about 8 hours
And the mask falls off
Because it's not possible
To hold yourself up on your own
So much pride built up in yourself
But there's so much dishonesty there
Underneath the image you show
At the end, you'll snap to your senses
And the outcome is regret
Because you haven't been yourself yet.

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