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Trigger Warning:
This poem has a theme of depression. If this theme affects you I would advise against reading.

Tears pool in my eyes.
A familiar burn;
A reminder of failure.

Why did I say that?
What was I thinking?
This was the last thing I needed.

Deep breath in.
Now let it out slowly.
Don’t forget to smile with your eyes.

You aren’t falling apart.
You can’t fall apart.
They can’t know what an idiot you are.

Just make an excuse
And get out of here.
You’ll only make things worse if you stay.

“I have to go.
I have an appointment.”
Just act normal reject.

They’re laughing.
They saw right through you.
That excuse was pathetic.

They don’t even like you.
You’re only there to make them
Look good in comparison.

I don’t blame them.
You’re not worth their time.
You’re not worth anything.

But still, I’ll put a smile on my tear soaked face
And make-believe I’m not in pain.


The AP Roberts is an extremely rare creature and there is only one known AP Roberts in the world. Usually off in its own little world, the AP returns to reality when it gets lonely. This elusive creature is rather difficult to catch on film, however will pose for drawings. The AP, though wild by nature, can be tamed and makes a wonderful pet. It should also be known that while the AP gets along with most creatures it has an intense fear of insects and large canines. The AP lives on a diet of mainly vegetables and candy but is not known to refuse food that is made and offered through kindness. The drink of choice for the AP is tea though it is known to drink water and juice. There is still much to be learned of the AP however, most agree that the writings of the AP are truly something to behold. Hopefully, one day the AP will find a good Agent creature who will introduce the AP's writings to a good publisher creature and the world will be able to read the AP's works.

2 thoughts on “Make-Believe

  1. First let me start by saying I hope this was a purely academic exercise and not a reflection on a current state of mind.

    That said, I think we all have moments when our smile is more theater than truth. I can see this as the beginning of a story of which I would want to see the cause and effect.


    1. This was purely a rewriting exercise. I found an old teenage angst poem and decided it needed updating.

      Unfortunately this is a one off piece at the moment. But I will definitely keep the expansion idea in mind for the future.



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