I feel alone, in a house of plastic smiles.
We pretend not to feel,
and yet we take hits and drags of this false reality.
It’s a drug, an addiction we ravenously indulge in.
A blissful release from everything.
Who in this place wants to feel?
To feel would be to accept ourselves,
to accept the unthinkable.
So we ride our cycle,
Playing the game we know all too well,
calming the monster inside.
Until closed doors reveal us for what we truly are….
I feel alone, in this house of plastic smiles.