We enjoy their fables
They weave tales of love
Romance and life
Leaving reality
Behind the scenes
Ordinary faces
Covered up with make-up
People transformed
By multi media
Into perfection
They neglect to tell
The parts of the story
Where hearts are raped
With every new lover
Where lives are empty
After the lights go out
Where all the riches
Don’t satisfy the soul
Behind the scenes
Where they fight
Where jealousy
Rampages the halls
Where they are exposed
As liars and cheats
With no one that cares
About losing themselves
Are they worth
More than their weight in gold
Are their fables
To our children to be told
After all is said and done
What is hidden will be shown
then the true measure
will be known.
Clara Berge 