In my most bizarre dreams
I see my own reflection.
My pale, plastic skin
Peeling by the corners of my smile.
Deception.
pull it back like a plaster.
Pull it fast.
Reveal that wound behind
The crinkled lined
And worn down skin,
Smelling its falseness,
Rotting within.
I wake from my most bizarre nightmare,
My true fear is to feign.
Hiding all I feel
And smiling through the pain.
