Afterward

People always say

“Have a nice day”

But what does the mean

With so much unseen

They make a big deal

But it is not even real

A whole month of praise

It is all just a phase

No one even cares

About after the fairs

Not every smile

Lasts for a while

Smiles fade away

Bodies slowly decay

There is more to people

They tend to be feeble

They hide their pain

Behind a bright picture frame

A month means nothing

When people are bluffing

The support never stands

No one truly understands

What it feels like

To receive so much dislike

Just to be who they are

They hid the scar

Left by a world

As the flags are furled

Everyone forgets

And never regrets

As they turn a blind eye

As so many cry

I can never heal

How I feel

When the parade is done

And nothing is won

Nothing ever changes

As everyone ages

I feel so alone

And truly unknown