ghosting

sometimes in our human form

we can still be ghosts—

we use our skin

to distract from the pain—

every smile—

all our surface beauty

just a mask

for something deeper

that hides

within.

hesitation

what do you fear?

 

i fear accepting fake love 

as though it were real—

being made to look like 

like a fool

in a time where everything 

is supposed 

to be picture perfect,

and things lurk 

in lonliness

and the darkness

we hide

behind

our beautiful

facade.

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