Fake it till you make it
I chant it to myself every day
It must be working
I'm not what I appear to be
I often find myself stuck in my mind
Forcing happiness to push through the dark thoughts
Pinning a smile
Thread pulling my lips up
My eyes never sparkling with them
My hands shake behind my back
Staying far away from view
I force confidence
When on the inside, I scream
Pinky and thumb wrapping around my wrist
Just a little smaller
Thin fingers tug on thick hair
Messy, not me
But my shoulders remain squared
Chin lifted
One step at a time
Fake it till you make it
YOU ARE READING
My Head's Above Water
PoetryLosing the one you thought you'd have forever will really put things into perspective. Life and death, love and hate, the old and the new. Lay back and relax, we're getting over a heartbreak one miserable poem after the other.
