Whispers

Simply strolling

Silently thinking

Seemingly unaffected

By the turns of the heads

As always, never ceasing

People to gossip cling

Muffled words thrown around

Empty of the truth each sound

Still, walking, head high

Passing confidently by

Not a single tear,

Whimper, or sign of fear

That is merely at a glance

The outer shell, the only chance

If the truth they knew

The act is through

The brave and courageous,

The certain and outrageous

Simply put in authenticity,

Timid, afraid, and hurt in complicity

The whispers tossed about

Brought a confidence drought

Tired of expectations and lies,

The only protecting shield, my guise

Continue striding proudly,

Laughing it off loudly

Surrounded with people genuine,

Repairing the destruction within

Artificially Organic

Feeling nothing whatsoever,
Yet everything simultaneously
Pain and hurt through every endeavor
Hope for numbness, a constant plea

But proximity’s range,
Encloses ones held in endearment
Who deserve not this exchange
So it’s shoved into containment

A seemingly genuine bounce in step,
Brilliant smile that lights up the day,
Encouraging words full of pep,
But the eyes – endless, hopeless grey

Glancing in a hurry,
Depicts the illusion
Of not a single worry
A misfortunate delusion

Those in propinquity of heart’s reality
Know of the deceitful pretense
And together they ache in totality
Knowing naught to infiltrate the defense

So the artificially organic bliss ensues
Façade impenetrable
Countless numbers it shall confuse
Only self-healing held accountable