Perfect Pretenders Poem by khairina anindya

They always crafted a breathtaking smile
But inside
Their heart was torn
Their life was robbed

They kept their secrets perfectly
Beneath, their own secrets were...
Burning their souls
Sullying their heart
With hypocrisy

They smiled, laughed, cheered
Covered up their faces
Beneath, they were crying, suffering, lamenting
No one will know, either

They were wondering.
Where was sincerity?
They were asking.
Why me?
They were thinking
Wasn’t life just an act?

They were searching
Trying
Looking
To define happiness

The life of Perfect pretenders