people
that i know, that know me,
she says.
adjusting her bent tiara,
her crooked smile.
strangers have no idea
how fake i am, how lost
i am, that nearly every thing
i say or do is manipulation, a lie
on top of a lie.
i like strangers, she says,
they see the good in me,
when there is none.
but once they do, i'm out
out of there, as you well
know. i'm done.
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