Authentic Fake
A poem about my current mental state
To be real was always my desire
Fitting in, and yet I stood out
Now, neither is true.
Where is the genius I was supposed to be?
A tall poppy withered away.
AI, filters, everything is honed to be perfect.
My fleshy insides are ugly, my mind is shattered
I thought I was finally happy?
Tortured artist? Don´t make me laugh
I´m just a soul with too much time
An authentic fake, a truly wonderful sight
A heart that searches bliss and yet makes out with the night.
Sorry I haven´t posted in such a long time! Our election was stolen last year and we´re still reeling from the aftermath. I´m in a lot of pain, and I don´t know quite well how to use the keyboard of my new laptop. I don´t have a job right now. I feel useless because what 25 year old doesn´t earn money and lives by herself? Me, I guess. Thanks for reading!
Oh dear, no! You are precious, beautiful and brilliant. I've read your work, loved your artistic flair and know that deep inside you have what it takes to get to your core values. Rough patches happen, but they are only patches and they pass like a unsettling dream,they are soon forgotten when the sun rises, and it does rise. Stay true artist, be the strong woman that you are. I have been through this myself for more times than I care to admit, and I am here to tell you with unshakable confidence that you have what it takes to be what you want to be. I'll say a prayer for you now, you will find it delivered to you, from me, with all the love, grace and peace I can offer. Whenever you want, I'll be at your side with light, love and happiness. Be at peace, a new day will dawn to warm your life in joy and promise.
your descriptive truths are showcased well here. thank you for sharing!