"He must be worth it"
they bombard me with these words
until I can't think anymore
I simply nod and smile
pretending that it's all ok
like everything is perfect
we coincide in our little plastic bubble
so oblivious to what's outside
because it cannot harm us
or so we choose to believe,
but we never open our eyes
we never see what is really happening
whether things are really worth it
and were so caught up
in this ideal perfection
we don't even stop anymore
and think about the truth
what we think
not what we're force fed
our own opinions and emotions
don't matter anymore
as long as that plastic smile
is embroidered into our face
never frowning, crying, bleeding
always smiling.