facade
It’s funny how you don’t see the dust bunnies
Or the food-encrusted dishes in the sink
Or the stack of weeks-old unopened mail on the kitchen table
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It’s funny how you don’t know about the tears that I’ve cried late at night
Or the screams that I’ve flung at the heavens
Or the pain that cuts so deep, I can hardly breathe
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It’s funny how all you see are my filtered photos
With perfect teeth and sunlight slanting just right
With the cutest outfit and the just-right angle
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It’s funny how I’m able to crop out real life
With the click of a button
Welcome to my fake life
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Just so you know, that’s not the real me
I’m too scared to let you meet her
© nicole mclernon
