The Lie Poem by B. V. Dahlen
The Lie
When I was younger
I'd close my eyes
And pretend
That I was a princess
In a fairy tale,
Or the heroine
Of a thousand novels
The years have passed
And now,
With open eyes
I still pretend.
I'm a beatnik
A hippy
A mod,
A folk singer
In fringed vest
And cowboy boots,
A debutante,
A biker's moll.
The dreams became too real.
And somewhere
Along the way,
I lost myself.
For now,
I know not who I am.
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