Living a Lie

Living a Lie – Jacqueline Nash

Constantly trying but quietly drowning
as I act my parts so well,
going for an Oscar,
I wait for the applause
guarding my façade.
Hating every minute with a smile on my face
as I live the lie.
Coming up for air in a sea of emotions
as I try not to lose grip
of my identity,
only to be pushed back under
by the hands of society
forcing me to conform.

On the edge, slowly being buried alive,
standing on the outside looking in,
never feeling part of anything,
watching from the fringes
as I try to fit the slot.
Hating every minute with a smile on my face
as I live the lie.
Stifled, I claw my way out of the earth,
mud in my mouth, I spit it out,
try to speak,
but I am silenced, as they only hear
what they want to hear,
they just want me to conform.

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