Façade

January 5, 2016

"I'm okay."

"I'm fine."

The biggest lies that I tell myself.

I may seem like I have it all together

On the outside.

My glorious façade.

But on the inside

I'm desprately grasping

For happiness;

The sand that is slipping

Quickly through my fingertips.

Suffering from constant delirium

Of what is.

Praying for eventual serendipity.

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