A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, a8 - 100 word exactly poem
Pretend Prize
She was smug. She'd won, she had her prize
and best of all, there was no stab of regret
in her heart at what it cost, from the lies
– no, she was a child in an adult skin
and an adult world, a complex world wrought
with lies within lies and all under the ribbons of her clothes.
She could only lie enough to believe herself
when she said she forgot, didn't care.
She was still innocent that way. Still childish. Still hollow
and she was yet to learn that the love she'd thought she'd won
was just as hollow.