The Impostor Poem by Charley Powell

These aren't tears glistening on my eyelashes
No!
They're sequins, or Christmas lights sparkling.
My shoulders, shaking?
But that was simply laughter - I was never sobbing.

You must have seen that girl who pretends
to be me.
She's always hanging around with a downcast mouth
and glistening eyes.
But of course you know she's just an impostor.
You know this inanely grinning mask
Is the Real Deal.