Fake

Inside my mind is a mask.

Words are words.

Life is without the thoughts that plague each of us.

When it’s all over.

We are all just dust.

Judgments’ that harm.

Pretenses that have to be sober.

Happiness is the answer.

Like so many souls walking amongst us.

They  float,  and wonder.

Could life have been better?

Did I do those things for real?

Guess it could have been the alternate ego.

Either way in the end those answers are all just fake.

The truth is, it is I that I forsake.

Reviews

[Emily]

This is yet another great piece. The writing is both cohesive and a little chaotic. There are times my friend (more like my philosophical partner) and I wonder whether or not people think the way we do, and are concerned about the same things we are. I wonder if we (writers) think differently and more in-depth into the thoughts that we have. It makes sense to me that we are deeper people given to more wandering and contemplating through our thoughts than other people.
This piece makes me think of that question and wonder what I will think when I am older. Did i do the things I remember? Was I the person I thought i was?

Another great piece -- on to more!

[LeeLee Ryder]

"FAKE" hits a nerve, Allmax.. It simply and directly jabs at all of us who
are not always true to oneself. Living life as a happy soul really evokes
lots of beneficial positive stuff and I attempt to smile from within.
And like you said:"When it's all over. We are all just dust." really brings
home the notion that life does end so we better go on with the show and
stop dilly-dallying... Thanx for this thought provoking and easy flowing write.
LLR