Marie Joyce B. Negapatan

The Pretender

It’s a shame

Why can’t she be

Her own soul

But it’s not what I see



I tried to peek

The fantasies of her unreality

Of this pretensions

It’s all just her imagination



It’s a deep thought

When I fall

I just want to slam her

Out of this damn, sham world



It’s a wonder

Of her own underworld

When she unveils not

Her own genuine color.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 3, 2005

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