Not the Real Me

I don’t know how to be honest

when you’re looking at me like that

expecting me to be

more than I am.

If you’re wanting

more than the real me

surely you cannot expect honesty.

How can I be true

when everything you like

about me is a lie?

To give you

what you want

I must tuck

the truth away.

My closet spills over with masks

but I’ll keep wearing

them for you.

Just don’t expect more

than the lies I sold.

I can give you

neither truth  nor honesty.

All I have is

what you bought:

The Fantasy.

© D.L. Lunsford


D.L. Lunsford

Saying a lot with few words.

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