A Different Me

Steve Pearson Poetry

People see a different me
To the me I am inside.
They see a smile yet all the while
I seek a place to hide.

I wear my mask like a lion’s heart
Or a fool affected sop.
They like to see the show face but
I want it all to stop.

The game decries my inner self,
Debased, I smile again.
My gain is nought but time escaped,
And loathing self-disdain.

I fear not nor facilitate
Whatever a day may be,
Just be as may, but may I be
And end the day as me.

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