Fake It

We swim beneath these rainstorms
In neon colored bathing suits to
Make the most of these situations.
Most days, it’s the stories
That we tell ourselves, one way
Or another. I’ve explained to
Gray skies that I was tired of
The disrespect, of the sallow
Color my skin and world had
Taken on after too many
Lonely days. All these young men,
these philosophers keep whispering
Wisdom into my ear but I can’t
Read what they’re saying. One
Outlined the truth of all I
Never learned, explaining, if there
Are conditions for your happiness,
You will never be happy.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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