Friday, January 19th.
I am so damn tired.
Tired of fake poeple.
Fake hugs.
Fake friends.
Fake lies.
Fake assumptions.
Fake kisses.
What is a good friend if you use that to your advantage for yourself?
Why can’t people be honest with eachother.
Things or people that are fake, hurt more than actual words.
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The message of this work is unfortunately an everyday occurence. Encounters with inauthentic people can range from a few forced smiles/gestures to a whole persona that seems to be based on lies by omission. The only thing I would suggest to strengthen your piece is to give the reader some more context. This can be as elaborate as the narrator going into detail about these fake people (i.e. “Her beautiful carved features scanned down my outfit and contracted unconsciously with judgement; quickly, her face smoothed into a forced smile and uttered a hesitant compliment”), or something as simple as writing a date at the top (i.e. “Tuesday, March 6th 2:13pm”) to make it feel like a journal/diary entry. Do anything that allows the reader to identify with the character or match his/her circumstances to their own lives. This is good; keep writing more pieces!
FAKE– so much of it in the world. nice poem
That is the world we live in. One of many reasons I just stand back and view from afar.
Become your own best friend and you will learn that all you need is yourself.
I feel like you could have written a bit more! There’s emotion in your words but you need more words to express! Keep it up!