Drowning

the masks have to come off
for she can’t wear them anymore
each moment spent living a lie
she’s losing sight of the shore

drowning in the stories she tells herself
every single day
not a moment of respite awaits her
just another soul led astray

by the you-should’s and the you-have-to’s,
of what is expected of her
to be the good daughter, mother, wife
all the while inside, she feels herself shatter,

and every day that she tells herself
everything is going to be okay
is another day that her soul dies another death
but she’s long run out of lies to say.

Daily Prompt: Truth

Is it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRUTH.

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Truth is often such a bitter pill
Going down too rough and too harsh
Like a mirror that’s too clear
Showing that which we fear
Though sometimes, timing
is just not right
and we yearn
for the
lies.

– 3/365

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