All the glittering gold
Glitter sits gently on a hollow face,
A practiced curve, a borrowed grace.
Smiles rehearsed in fractured light,
Day masquerading over night.
Eyes that sparkle just enough,
To hide the weight, to mask the rough
A quiet storm beneath the skin,
Where wars are lost but never seen.
Anger sleeps in silken threads,
Jealous whispers, pride that spreads,
All tucked beneath a painted sky,
Where truth dissolves and echoes lie.
Laughter rings, but sounds too clean,
Like something staged, not fully mean
A script performed for passing eyes,
A fragile shield of bright disguise.
And when the silence dares to creep,
It finds no rest, it finds no sleep.
Just pills to dull, and drinks to chase
A fleeting warmth, a numbing place.
Moments stitched from borrowed highs,
Artificial stars in plastic skies.
Each one fades before it stays,
A counterfeit of better days.
Yet still the glitter clings somehow,
A silent oath, a solemn vow
To shine, to charm, to not reveal
The dark that only night can feel.