The tall tales have started
“It ain’t me;
It’s him.”
you tell them
and they all wonder
I sit and listen to you speak
the mean lines you throw in between
scattered amongst your plastic roses
sunshiny façade up our noses
i’m not the fool
so beware ‘cause god discloses
i have noticed how different it is here on the outside this time
looking in with brand new eyes
seeing what you’re truly like
wondering: were you ever even real to begin with?
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