Hypocrisy Poem by Lexy Sogl

After waking up
She does her morning stretch

To awake her frail soul
From it’s cavernous slumber

Puts on her spotless slippers
Walks to her impassive closet

Carefully chooses what unexpressive face
to sport

Makes a fitting choice
After a couple of tries

Feeling
Different for changing faces
So habitually

But the same
For being suitable for her crowds

I can only witness
What the eye doesn’t

as my mentality knows it
All too well