Treasure Island

noctiluca scintillans


Genuinely Fake


I see around
It makes me feel sad
I even feel like and
Do start camouflaging
with people around me
laugh even the joke is silly
say “its okay”
though we have to cry our eyes out
afterwards because of what they do to us
fake though they are
I find pleasure in it

but I cant be “not me” forever
everyday
so when I am “me” again
I am almost alone
As before,

Something comforting
“Oh yeah! !
Great news for mrs lonely
Do have very few friends
But always there for you
This is more than enough”
And now saying this
I don’t know if am faking to myself
To fit in this genuinely fake world

Submitted: Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 15, 2013
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