Camouflage

What appears to be is not what is

you see this smile it’s a lie

A lie to hold things within

Raised in the wilderness

learned to camouflage

To evaporate from situations

Learned to take care of me

Don’t let my pretense fool you

I’m not as kind as you think

or could that also be a lie?

Am I cruel to a point?

Does my wicked tongue have a mind of its own?

it speaks without conviction

on rare occasions it surprises me with silence

Don’t let me full you

I can lie with the best of them

 

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