Fake.Sometimes I wonderFake. by Cannibalope
if I truly am intelligent, or if
I'm hiding behind a mask of vocabulary words and eyelashes.
Maybe I'm artificial like
my clay son
full on the inside, yes, but full
nonetheless of the same material that covers the surface.
(deep inside I am profoundly shallow)
Maybe I am a liar when
I tell myself that I'm genuine
maybe my honesty is an
act, like in the opera
when arias seem to ring
but behind the makeup the actress is letting
her mind wander to other
(perhaps less consequential)
Maybe I am a journal with blank pages
but I've hidden the key
so no-one will see what isn't there.