You think you know me,
But I know you don’t.
Say you’ll always love me,
But I know you won’t.
See beauty when,
You look into my eyes.
Someday you’ll understand,
That it’s all a guise.
I manage to show,
A distortion of the facts.
If I told you, I’m not sure,
How you would react.
My whole being,
Based upon deception.
Dishonesty, fraudulence,
All a fabrication.
I’m not the person,
That you think you know.
Say goodbye to Mrs Nice,
To the real me, say ‘Hello.’
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