Polished Shadows
On the cost of curated joy and the silence that follows.
She slowly faded away
As the days turned gray
In a social media world
Fake friends, pearled
People pretended
Days never ended.
A porcelain peace
A whitewashed grief
A curated glow
To maintain the flow
Reality’s a dream
Intimacy, a scheme.
When real life unfurled
The ghosts were hurled
The mask collapsed
And intimacy lapsed
She found herself alone
Into oblivion thrown.
I refuse to perform joy, probably why I will never be Substack famous. 🤭😉Let the darkness out I say, lovely piece Lisa.
You nailed it, Lisa!