Synthetic Smiles

FaLLiNg…

she’s an ordinary girl. she looks like you, acts like you. but

there’s something you don’t know about her, a secret that digs and digs

deeper into her conscience like the fingernails that dig deeper and deeper

into your flesh. Those are your own fingers. she hides behind a mask of

artificial happiness, flashing her synthetic smiles, making her jokes. she

looks happy. she looks just like you. but what does she really look like

under all the chaos that encases her? Look in the mirror. she looks just like

you… what the world sees is a lie. an act. she’s got everybody fooled.

look around, and tell me what do you see? an audience, everybody

eating her performance up. if only they knew that they were an audience. if

they only knew…echos of her past cries for help fade futiley. we thought

she was okay. deception is her one talent, and we can consider outselves all

deceived. she stumbles meekly out of her room onto her stage, drops of life

spilling out of her wrists like waterfalls. she falls to the floor. no more

acting. this is reality. the final scene to her comedy-turned-tragic play.

the bitter realization of a life lost leaves them stunned. almost

robotically, they turn her lifeless body over to look at her face. two wide

open dark green eyes bore into the darkest depths of their mind. they recall

when those same eyes used to light up when she was happy. they look to her mouth

and a floodgate of memories is opened, washing them away with recollections

of her smile, the tones of her laughter still ringing in their ears. she

looks just like you, Heidi… she looks just like me. god. she looks just like me.

i’m an ordinary girl. i look like you, act like you. but there’s

something you don’t know about me, a secret that digs and digs deeper into my

concscience like the blade that digs deeper and deeper into my flesh. i hide

behind a mask of artificial happiness, flashing my synthetc smiles, making my

jokes. i look happy. but, i wonder, what do i realy look like under all the

chaos that encases me? what the world sees is a lie. an act. i had everybody

fooled.

i had everybody fooled.

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.

3 comments

  1. Thats amazing : ) exactly how i used to feel, u put it to words. keep writing

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