I watched you tonight
Schmoozing the crowd
All good-natured
And affable
Yet I’ve seen you inside
Where there’s nowhere to hide
And the difference
Is fucking laughable
Gritted Teeth
The hardest part
About being depressed
Isn’t crying
Every day
The hardest part
About being depressed
Is pretending
You’re OK
Stalled
We’ve reached that time
In our run
Where things are beginning
To come undone
Words once so profound
Are now old and cruddy
Our parts played mostly
By the understudy
It’s such a shame
To see it end this way
And that soon our house
Will stage a different play
Theatrics
Of the love
I feel for you
I have never been
More certain
So much so
It is now time
To drop
The safety curtain
So then we can
With a fiery gusto
Both just get on
With performing our show
(Originally Posted 01.01.2021)
Still A Worthy Actress
Still here
Still play-acting
And still, no one has noticed
Pretence
People are easy to fool, I find, on the whole.
They are so wrapped up in themselves they don’t notice me standing there, amongst them, pretending to be happy…
(Originally Posted 29.03.2019)
‘The Academy Award Goes To…’
You're
no fun
anymore
He
said
What
happened
to you
my friend?
I was
never
fun
before
She
said
All
that
was
just
pretend
Sanctuary
Never more than when
I’m in a room full of people
Do I feel most alone
All I want to do is beat
A slow, silent, steady retreat
And find my sanctuary at home
Once More For The Cheap Seats
If
only
I was
wasting
away
Maybe
it would
be easier
to explain
Why my
heart is
broken and
my tongue
is tied
And
I live
each day
in pain
Princess
You
claim
to be
perfect
But
yet you
were ill
equipt
To show
any real
love or
compassion
So to
me your
crown has
slipped
The Truth
If you
knew
the
truth
about meYou
would
run
away
and hideYou
wouldn’t
waste
another
minuteOn
someone
so
rotten
inside
Work
Well I
guess
there’s
nothing
else for it
Three hours
left wading
through
this
bullshit
Perhaps I
should
hand in
my notice
and quit
At least
then that
would be
the end
of it
Two Sides
I lie
in your bed
and I lie
to your face.I am
a public fraud
and a private
disgrace.
The Office
Momentory conversations
With temporary people
Sharing fleeting emotions
Providing non-permanent relief
The Act
I can act like I’m happy,
I can act like I’m there.
I can act like I’m over it,
I can act like I care.
But it’s all to avoid having to admit,
That I’m just really fucking scared of life.
Without you.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 