Acting To Get By
By: Tyler Ross
He was asked what's wrong, but he replied, "I'm fine."
We called him a bad actor.
His emotions like after a jog shined over his skin.
Uncomfortable with the withdrawals, he suffered.
Due to the fact he was without
the one he truly cared for, who remained distant.
Not knowing what she wanted, he still felt true love was there
hiding its pretty half of the face.
Right now, she hadn't the interest or the care.
So, he acted.
Putting on the best facade he possibly could
because he was dying inside knowing he could no longer surface
such intense feelings, for they pushed his love further away.
His core, where he kept her;
the conquering all, the stellar, the comparable to nothing left uncertain for its return.
He walks with his head up, but inside he burned.
It escaped sometimes.
Sometimes around her, we still called him a bad actor.
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