Some of what we do, we do
to make things happen,
the smile to display happiness,
the participation to show dedication,
the grades to receive our desired praise.
The rest of what we do, we do
trying to keep something from doing something,
the mask from crumbling like a cookie,
the tone from morphing into its true self,
the head from sinking into a bottomless pit.
With yes and no like the answers on a test,
hoping for validation from the higher ups,
we study, as we call it, robotically
hoping to be unmasked,
hoping that we’ll be recognized,
hoping to end this facade,
hoping that the higher ups won’t be disappointed,
hoping to see life as it truly is,
hoping to be accepted in our true form,
As each of us hopes to be a perfectly aligned picture,
as both yearn for the world’s check mark,
as disillusioned masks glide into the fire,
We open our eyes to realize the sky is not green, but blue.
Poetry
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