me?
what people see
really is not me
different inside
lord knows I try
pulled between two extremes
I know what it all means
but instead I hide
perfect hair, fake “Hi”s
its just more easy
less they really see me
but I cannot regret at the end
I must write the letters I send
take the chance
open the door
the honest enhance
and there is more
open the closet of fear
wear what you thought they’d jeer
start to end the lie
a worker bee goodbye
leave the false friends
cash at ATM’s
the work in Orwell’s den
open the shades
sign your name
stand up without aide
of tricks to play the game
some will always betray
but pure self is strong
dark night is part of day
not always a happy song
feel the morning sun
in a pure soul of real
the fake facade undone
a smile only truth can feel
shannon apollo 