a hippy
chick,
with the beads and wild
hair,
the colorful
dresses she wore
that blew
in the breeze,
the jewelry
dangling
from her wrists,
the carefree nonchalance
of her
life.
always happy, full
of love
and empathy,
a social activist.
at least on the surface.
behind
closed doors it was
different
when the mask fell off,
the curtain pulled.
how easily i was fooled
by all this.
how strange it is
when the image
tricks
and there is no one
really there.
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