Characters

By Janae Smyth

You too can be a character

You too can be a celebrity

Pieces of a story cherry picked

To create a person seemingly idealistic

Sculpt yourself like clay

Turn hardship into child’s play

Keep on painting that picture until you’re stronger than an iron fixture

Keep on painting until you don’t realise the porcelain cracks with no texture

Keep up the facade just as you would playing cards

Your ace of diamonds is bound to shatter

Into shards that cut your queens heart into pieces left to scatter

We all know the camera loves you

So tell me why your mirror can barely stand the view

You too can be a character

When Internet image is the only thing that matters

Where Online is your only place to capture

Now joy only kisses your face when you reminisce

Before the days of moulded plastic and painted faces, what is all this?

Boasting about your kale detox

Posting your newest Botox

Hosting a lie that you’re definitely not orthodox

But it’s never that deep

Not until it reaches 6 feet

When you finally realsie is behind a screen you keep

You too can be a character in someone’s story

A reason for inspiration looking up to you for glory

A couple heartaches for the plot

Keep their interest with something gory

But today... you show up magnificently

Do this, do that, you too can be like me

Luxury living with a nice car and big house, oh so flashy

Not a care in the world, not a single reason to have says sorry

You too can be a character

Like life is beneath you an emotionless monster

People scared to talk because you created a ladder

Better than all the others that porcelain has diminished to powder

Now you’re wondering what the layers of paint even stand for

You have the attention and the praise yet lack the candour

Us people wonder for what your character has to recompense

Or is it just your overwhelming incompetence

Fact or fiction it’s all through the screen

Easy to hate easy to love but tell me where has your soul been

And you still can’t comprehend why we desensitise

You present with nothing we can sympathise

People like me are human and your character was purely synthesised

By Janae Smyth