Fake

       Do you see this smile?

       Yeah? Did you know it's fake.

        Do you see my joy ? That's a lie too.

       I say I'm fine, I always lie.

       You see my nice clothes,

       Have you seen the bruises they hide?

       Tell some one you say?

       Never, in societies eyes  I'm a liar.

      Run you suggest?

      Yeah sure, they would only find me and I'll be punished.

      I clean, babysit, and occasionally snag a shot,

      I'm not a lush, it eases my fear.

      I fear only myself,

      Only I know what I'm really capable of.

      I live in a nice mansion you think.

      Yeah right I live in a doll house.

      The family people see is perfect,

      In reality the mom is a w***e, the dad is her slave,

      the son is an addict, the daughters are used as nannies.

      You look at a perfect little dollhouse,

      When you open the door the things that you see will make you regret looking.

      I don't mind living in my dollhouse,

      But my family is another story.

      I'm only noticed, when the booze goes missing,

     or the baby needs care.

     I feel alone,

     only when I'm surrounded by family.

Author's Note

This poem is actually the story of the life of a friend that I had long ago