A fake smile,

Some small talk,

Not the weather, not the stars,

But a display of neglect,

Insult and gasconade​;


Resulting from comparison,

A few snarky comments,

A fake laugh to cover it all up;

Is there no end 

To this pretense?


Hiding the truth


Having someone

Who admits upfront

The hatred towards you,

Hurts you,

And always complains

About you

Is better

Than having one

Who tries to smile at you,

Pretends to care,

And yet,

Makes you see

Only one side

Of the truth.

Edit: Coincidence is finding this line in the book I was reading –