Poems and Poetry

His Act | A Poem by Guy Farmer

I wonder if he
Realizes how
Tightly wound –
Unhappy –
Harsh he looks;
Whether he has
Any understanding
Of how he comes
Across to others,
But I doubt
He does –
Self-awareness not
Being very important
To his sort.
His forced laugh –
A rough interjection,
His brow a knot of
Unresolved pain,
His words permeated
With simmering fear,
Uncomfortable
Countenance.
I’m sure people who
Are like him will
Readily buy
His act,
But I don’t.

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