Tue, 06/21/2016 - 23:29 -- gmb

Fake smiles, fale people,

All that surrounds me.

Walking past the windows

Gives us a glimpse of what we are missing.


The people outside look joyous.

Free to leave! Free to live!

We are stuck here, in this vast wasteland,

Filled with the fake smiles, and the fake people.


So eerily quiet you can hear a pin drop,

The frantic clicks of a keyboard,

The pop of gum.

No one chooses to be here.


These fake smiles and these fake people,

Living their fake lives.

We know they aren't happy,

They know we aren't happy.


Just trapped.

This poem is about: 
Our world


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741