You hear my sophisticated words and assume me to be grand

You learn of my learnedness and presume me to be pompous

You notice my radiant smile and covet its source

Except that

What is observed is not always true

What is said may well be mimicked behavior

What may be external verification for a poor rudderless interior

It all resides in the unsaid

The unseen

The inconspicuous

The things that remain unsaid

The behaviors that are motivated by compliance

Lest you invest the time to consider…

Beneath the shiny exterior

Lies a fragile heart

A fragmented soul

A mind. So tired. So tired of trying to figure it all out.

To make it work.

Despite all odds.

And tomorrow the sun will rise.

To be sure.

To be sure

She wears a wry smile.

Lifts her head and sojourns into the farcical home we call reality