Turns to rejection
Note: the following thoughts are devoid of anything like wisdom.
(Note: the following thoughts are devoid of anything like wisdom. – Owen)
I read her words of life and lust:
This is the picture in my mind.
Although I checked her “about” page
And she looks more like a librarian…
Not that there’s anything bad in that.
I dated a librarian once – she was wild –
But writing personas can be so strong,
And create such an image,
It’s hard to live up to
But which is the real us, anyway?
The us in words, the creation of our minds and spirits,
Or the us in pictures, subject to the conventional
Expectations of our childhoods?
I don’t know, but I say
This is what she looks like.
I do not want to see this.
Reality I do not want to see.
For I will find there, staring back at me,
A man with questions he will never ask;
A father who has failed his only task
People love to lie.
People love to lie because
They know it gives them power;
They use lies to seduce and
To entrap and to devour
They lead fake online lives
That stretch beyond mere pseudonyms;
And play out where the old are young
And where the “she’s” are “him’s”
And often, they’re convinced
The lies they tell are really true;
Or so important, it excuses
Everything they do
And lying’s so ubiquitous
It’s all of a degree
What constitutes a fraud
Or someone real (like you or me)
Or maybe we’re all liars
A distinctly human art
Just telling stories ’round the fire
This should only happen once.
not like people think.
fame is not real but being famous is it is the reality of a sick fascination among strangers for what they think your life is without having any idea it is also the reality of their coming to resent the pretend life they always imagined you having