Am I ?

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Am I ?
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Am I who they say who I am?

Do I look like what they say I look like?

Is it me that I need to change?

Some faces may be neutral, but behind this face is a sense of fear.

The tears may shed through poetry as anger expresses through stanzas.

Am I the victim?

Never seen it coming!

Can it disappear completely?

With one voice?

One response?

One decision?

I am accountable to be myself. I am free to be me.

The Faker

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The Faker
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There once was a girl who lived in a world of fake.
She tried to convince everyone she was real
Oh, what she tried to take.

But when people denied that she was “herself”
She threw a fit, like a toddler.
In the respect of bad grammar, oh she had wealth
(But really she should be more worried for her health)

Because you see, when trying to reason with her,
As everyone eventually tried to
She becomes as unintelligible as a rabid bunny, with no fur.

In short, do I hate her? I would smack her?
Yes it’s true.
But I think I’ll just leave that pleasure for you.