Peanut Brittle
She tried to smile,
She practiced it at home at night.
And how she'd act,
She tried to speak as if it were alright.
She even smiled,
but mostly at herself.
They didn't care.
They didn't even notice how she felt.
She found that funny too.
She practiced for that aim.
As if it were the only goal in life,
And yet...
She wished they'd wonder, all the same.
She wasn't brave,
And courage needs an audience
To maintain it.
And so she smiled until she stuck.
Dug her grave,
Bought her ticket, for a train of thought,
And snapped!
Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Wed 7th Apr 2021 23:11
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