Shitty Poems

Façades

Today I was reminded

Of a moment almost lost

In the blurry haze

Of memories

Resurfacing from the past.

We were driving past a building -

My family and I -

Through the busy, nonstop streets

Of Parramatta.

Through the eyes of a child

Who's world was only

A small apartment room

And many faded faces,

From unnamed, distant places,

This building was the grandest thing

That I had ever seen.

With windows tall and shiny,

And maybe 20 storeys,

That I craned my neck to see

Above the sea of adult faces.

This building was so big and strong

And held secrets from me too

Seemingly reflective windows

Prevented me from looking through.

This building I knew not its name

Only its constant presence.

For dust storms, rain and lightning storms

This building never yielded

For I'd always see it

From a car seat or

The ground below.

Even when my world had changed forever

Because of the birth of my brother

This building stood the same as always:

Stony, tall, dull, strong and constant.

Until one day, we were walking past -

I should have known things never last -

For in the place of the building lay

A fenced off, empty ground.

I turned to my Dad and asked him

When the building was knocked down.

They could not knock down

Something so big

In such a small time, could they?

No. Because apparently,

Unbeknownst to me,

The demolition had gone on a while.

The face I saw was the very last wall

A facade to block what happened inside.

It's the same with people,

I've recently found,

Facades are displayed everywhere.

The strongest person,

The happiest too,

Put on masks to mask their pain,

Put on leather jackets to cover

Their insecurities.

Just because we cannot see it,

Doesn't mean it isn't there.

Maybe everyone I see

Is demolished on the inside

And uses their smiles to block you from seeing.

I wish I could know,

I wish I could help,

Before the very last wall

Comes crashing down.

A.N. I guess I'll just never be able to make frequent updates ¯\_(ツ)_/¯