Fake.

My fake face is not my own
my real one wears a frown
but when I was making mine I turned it upside down

My fake hair is plain and bland
My real hair is purpley blue,
but when I was making mine a thought to make my hair a lie not true.

My fake insides are black as a jet.
My real colors haven't been invented yet.
But when I was making mine I wanted to hide what was on the inside.

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Published on Friday, March 19, 2010. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Fake."

On Sunday, April 4, 2010, Musik2MyEyes (192) wrote:

Perfect. Really. What is seen is not always what is there. And I think people hide things not to be deceitful but to protect others from a reality they may not be able to understand. Or maybe just so you don't have to explain yourself to everyone all the time. It's a courtesy of sorts. Good piece once again. You have become a fav of mine...everything you write strikes a chord in me...we must share a favorite song.
On Sunday, April 4, 2010, Dreamzz (19) wrote:

I suppose so.. Great minds think alike right?
A former member wrote: this was really inventive... interesting to see what is real and fake and what they mean to you.