What you see,
that isn't me.
Looks can be deceiving.
A moment close
is not enough,
to analyse the being.
A ghost of me,
you'll sometimes see,
slip in 'twixt sigh and tremble.
I'm in the voice,
behind the eyes.
The shadows shift and change.
Their eyes can fool
those near to me.
Perception each created.
A smile, a laugh,
that isn't me.
Perception my creation.
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I remember the worst time in my life, and i would always make sure i looked my best on leaving the house and i smiled.. so the world would smile back.... eventually it worked....
perception is reciprocated.
xxx
Mel
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