Stuck In The Practice Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Stuck in the practice,
Of success re-anactments.
To charade for others,
With a hopeful soothing done...
To keep expectations physically seen,
As if something secret is there to be won!

Uncomfortable are those behind their own closed doors.
And sleepless are their nights,
With impressions to fill the hunger...
Of 'assumed' appetites!
With social activities kept prioritized,
People are observed walking around...
Dressed to impress with bloodshot eyes.

Frustrated to appeal to others who critique.
People have dieted themselves from common sense.
And comprehension and reason,
No longer do they feed on this their minds to eat.
Although a picking may be done this is left to leave.

Destroyed are integrities and identities dismissed.
An A credit standing is why some from day to day exist.
And nothing in their environments supports a stripping away,
Of all nonsense.
People want to feel they belong,
No matter what that price paid is!

Stuck in the practice,
Of success re-anactments.
To charade for others,
With a hopeful soothing done...
To keep expectations physically seen,
As if something secret is there to be won!

And there is!
Mental breakdowns.
With an attached assortment,
Of high cost hospital visits.