Honesty

I have no talents So don't search for them They're vacant , gone , unavailable And yet people give me so much credit For the way I word my words It takes little to have a lot And many times reverse I tell you my good man My best friend..... I have no talents of which to look for No so don't search here Maybe I play the game to well The one of pretending to know and feel The talent of generating conversation And pretending to care O here me though I'm nothing but an empty shell I've taken over for the person who used to live here And here I dwell And when the conversation finishes And the day ends I'll take off this heavy mask And it'll come to an end.