Homecoming Lies

Underneath the plastic smiles,
Designer labels and the miles
Of hidden stitches, jars of creams,
Lay empty heads and broken dreams.

They wander through their old gym halls,
Obsessed with self, not caring all
the others live that self same lie,
‘You have not climbed as high as I’.

Yet back to earth at parties end
in loveless rooms, no sign of friends,
Past kings and queens must surely know.
In light of day the cracks do show

Written from the prompt 'Reunion'