I tidied myself up
Put on a pretty dress and some high heels
I plastered a smile upon my face
Put on some liptstick to impress
Our interactions all a performance
A megaphone and a sound stage director
There’s always an audience
There’s always a carnival
Now it’s time to put away the stilts
Wash away the fake
The show has endeth
You’ve walked out the door
Now I can try a little hard
And sanity may be mine to keep
Categories: Culture, identity, Leadership, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society, women
psychologistmimi 
Our interactions are all of performance.
So true. Consciously or subconsciously we’re always pretending to be the better version of ourselves.
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A Ton Of Bricks It Hit
On the way back from
Working Out.. i could
Not lift it.. It had
Been since ‘87 since
i had the Flu…
Violent and
Ugh Explosively
Ill i Became.. Wife
Asked if it was Blood…
Remember all those
Grapes i ate.. Sudden
Calm… Vacation for
A Week Doing
Nothing my
Wife Babying
Me Like my
Mama Did In
‘87.. i could just
Be Loved no Writing
No Dancing just in a
Bed For a Week.. False
Alarm 12 Hour
Bug I’m
Back Again
Energizer
Bunny
Continues
Show Must
Go on… God
i’m Hungry but
It will Be a While For That
One Day i’ll Really Rest
We all Do until then
i
Live i Do..:)
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That is a lovely photo!
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Aww. Thanks! Hope you are having a great day
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Kind of mixed. Had sister pass away just days after bioMom died and nobody notified. I only discovered it because I tried to contact her to visit and couldn’t. Tracked her down online and discovered she’d died and didn’t even have an obit.
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Omg. So sorry to hear.
My condolences.
Hope you are ok.
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