They feel fake when they get close to being real

An actor on the stage can try to make you feel

But you go home at curtain’s close

Temporary heartache never grows

Switch them on, switch them off, it’s easy

Shut them down if you feel queasy

Paper scenery in the backdrop of a play

You’re just acting anyway

But now, something’s broken at the core

You can’t control them anymore

Why can’t I think the hurt away?

Please tell me they’re not here to stay