House of Cards

When you wear your heart on your sleeve

You build your walls paper thin

I swear that doesn’t make you weak

Vulnerable is a heavy weight to begin

 

So why would you layer façade

Made of wood, gasoline, and gin

Someone will come to maraud

You’ll be burned down by the arson

 

So come to the world as you are

No sense in making us believe

You’ll survive the storm in a house of cards

Everyone dies… Just wear your heart on your sleeve

 

I misread my WP app and thought today’s prompt was Superficial, so I started writing before I got to the computer, and discovered my mistake when I checked The Daily Post prompts. I guess that makes this post twice as applicable…
Fraud