And The Winner Is....? Poem by Concetta Salter

How can they ask how I’m feeling?
How can they ask if I’m fine?
I thought that my eye’s were revealing.
The heart on my sleeve tells no lies.

I guess I’m that great of an actress.
I guess they don’t know it’s pretend.
To act, is a skill that I’ve practiced.
They think I have so many friends.

I let them believe what they want to
I let them believe all is well.
It seems that they don’t have a clue.
They don’t catch the lies that I tell.

If only they knew what the truth is.
If only they knew what was real.
If only the truth wasn’t missed.
If only they knew how I feel.

Look how I smile so brightly.
Look how I laugh with such joy.
The mirror I stand before nightly,
Has helped with my greatest of ploys.

I guess I have everyone fooled now.
There’s no one who sees past this mask.
No ones expecting a bow.
Cause no one suspects it’s an act.

I guess I can say I’m the winner.
They think that my life is such fun.
So why do I find that I’m sicker?
And why don’t I feel like I’ve won?