Vacant Face

A vacant face with a memory of the past,

Who was she my dear friend asked?

I know not who and care not why,

She’s a distant memory that came from the lie.

The vacant face is similar but not the same,

What piece is missing my dear friend said?

Beautiful eyes that healed pain but sadly now they no longer remain,

This face vacant and all but dead,

No emotions expression or feelings too see,

In the vacant face that stared back at me.




They question you so to protect their pride,

You wonder why they need to know,

The answers you hide because you have lied,

To lay yourself bare with your feelings on show,

One question they ask for an answer they know.

The answer you give is your choice to make,

So what will it be,

Real or fake?