The Fake Ones

the most processed plastic smiles
are compressed everyday,
false words of promise
is all they can ever say.
glazed over stares,
an illusion of them "listening",
but are looking past you
waiting for your words to come to an ending.
their words of comfort,
they lay on you softly,
last only but for a moments worth,
and then leave you to your hell so roughly.
yet they dont realize
this process is just a daily basis,
also known as the basic social situation,
but really just precious time being wasted.
welcome to my world,
where this event has always happened,
but to me this is just a battle I face
where i have always said 'fuck it'.


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