Construction Paper Times

Cardboard behind her profile

Smiles posted but untrue

I was jealous for a moment

Felt lacking in my maze

Because according to her posts

Nothing was flawed

I looked at my reflection disappointed

How come my life was a grave

While God kissed her forehead to wake her

Demons plotted my destruction

Even her enemies bowed in polite greetings

Then she fell harder than a summer thunderstorm rain

Admitted scars razors talked her into again and again

Embarrassed she disappeared

I prayed for her and for self

Clarity come near

All of us pretending to have tidy messes

Tucked away and controlled

Cardboard behind our profiles

Instant answers behind our doubts.

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