She and I

I want 

so I hide

I send a pretend self 

on errands to the outside world 

she grabs all the acceptance and envy she can get

for the day 

She's stubborn 

She thinks she's better than me 

It's tempting

She fakes so good

I forget the illusion 

I pass my hand through 

She is all gloss

no filling 

She acts as masks

that stick and mold

and if I lose control

cannot take off 

so that who I am 

is lost





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