The Real Life Poem by C.R. Ebowski

A smiley face is plastered on your back window
Of the VW bug you drive down the street
A frown is laminated on your shadowed face
Hidden underneath the ‘Little Miss Sweet’

You’re dressed in stylish clothing from the Gap
Emitting the facade of poise and self- confidence
But inside the little girl crumbles beneath the pressure
Desperately not wanting to attract an audience

Everyday the job demands an attitude of happiness
That makes you want to runaway and never return
But you struggle through the long hours that are demanded
Dreaming of an escape from which there is no concern

You go home to a husband that never bothers to see
The emptiness that drives you from this life
Never in a million years would you have thought
That there would be an end from this strife

A restful night of sleep is unlikely with the nightmares
Of a life forced to live in this death cage
Never escaping the remnants of the past
Always being a puppet on the world’s stage