How nice to read a Shakespearean style Sonnet like this where the emotion isn’t necessarily love or lust, but about something else which is just as human.
Written by Justin Massey
Thought it was a great piece of work and wanted to share it.
With feigned hope and an over eager smile,
I’m greeted by polite yet angry eyes,
It’s then I know my effort are futile,
and so I stay composed and prep my lies.
My fists beside me, firmly clenched, turn white.
I know this one: a role I’ve played before,
and these are lines I’ll perfectly recite.
Yet still it’s never pleasant to endure.
I listen to those ‘words of affirmation’
delivered with a sort of Judas kiss.
This ‘heartfelt’, painful condescension
I take, but it’s sincerity I miss
I stand to speak, the smiles around me fade,
for conversation wasn’t to be made.