Ice of ages

Your facade slides into place a smile suddenly on full beam
Just like the headlights of a car when the switch is flicked
So long have you held this persona in reserve it’s almost
Too much longer and it will be all that is left
And you can carry on like the avoided iceberg
Because underneath it all is so great an amount of
Of not being a worthy person who matters
That you will seal your own fate by acting the part
Too long
You no longer know who it is that’s the real you
Frightened of who you might be If you’d be liked
So you keep the cold front from sheer terror
Watching you from the shaded warmth of anonymity
The woman of no consequence puzzles
Silent and aloud
As to your need for a facade, pity and anger mix
Gritting her teeth into an equally fake smile
Stops watching
As you have become of no matter to her
And you lose the game through her refusal to be
Forced to play any more

© AilsaCawley Poetry 2015


Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️

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