No name.

They called it growing up,
but it's more like slowly fading.
Question who gets to name it,
every story is different and changing.
Who called for anger and agony,
when the fake created happiness
to cover up the loneliness.

No one can fight it,
this is what's left
sitting blankly in your chest.

Can't admit what's hiding,
Only showing the lie.
That sinister smile defies the truth
and carelessly feeds it to our youth.

Pretending to be re-assuring,
while slicing families open,
their hearts and pockets remain empty and broken.
They can only blind themselves from the truth,
too afraid to know the proof.
Hopelessly praying to a god that isn't there
and to leaders that will never care.