Just a Front
"You'll turn out alright", she says.
"Just bloom where you're planted.
Do what is asked of you,
And know what's expected."
I forgot all the work it took,
All the lives it shook
In the end.
Always steal another look,
Or at least always pretend.
"Remember me in the coming months,
I know what's right and what's wrong,
And what's left is just a front."
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