The Pretender

November 28, 2011
I am the pretender, the liar, the faker

Plastic skin, plastic lies, plastic life

A barbie doll, blonde, skinny, and insecure

A ball of clay, molded by other people’s thoughts, dreams, hopes

A puppet being pulled in a thousand different directions

People’s words mixing, intertwining, tangling

Being spat out of my mouth, oddly formed

Like a contorted face, pieced together by a million different hands

I am the actress in a play,

Having my lines handed to me

My emotions, my thoughts, my dreams borrowed

I am the pretender

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