the real me

Desperate confusion seeps in

to the place where I hide

behind this facade

hoping and waiting

in doorways, cigarette billowing,

whirling away my memory in whiskey.

Look and see…..truly see

who I cannot be.

My lying smile and knowing eyes

betray the real me.

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