Here’s an impromptu poem to express the truth that we choose to hide in ourselves. To pretend to be fine outside but not really inside. To put on an act by not being ourselves.
The world isn’t what it seems,
when what’s hidden is the reality,
and the figure that represents your voice
is just another top-notch mannequin
We’re following the product
produced by product’s maker,
which is left behind,
struggling to meet its deadlines.
Broken into pieces,
when you stare in the bathroom mirror
and it says, look here’s what I think,
the real you brings the glass to shatters
Be true to oneself,
not to the one you pretend you are.
Speak for oneself,
not to the repeat button on the voice recorder.