I’m sorry I didn’t tell you
about the real me
she’s not happy with her subtefuge
it cost her heavily
the weight of deception has always
sat like curdled cream in a bowl
waiting to be thrown away
or consumed and in so doing
poison truth from her hiding place
she’d be forthright if
it didn’t cost more
than she had in her purse
purchased inexpensively
in a local artisan’s market
that closed years ago
when creativity waned
and people hoped their kids
would go to Business School.
That people hoped their children would go to Business School — I feel punched in the gut by the tragedy of that denial of being real.
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TheFeatheredSleep – Something hidden
The need for deception is such burden