Little Pretender

You walk like a woman,
but you lie like a little girl
You’re a collection of others,
trying to make up a whole
The collage is so pretty,
but the glue won’t stick.

Daddy would shout
Mommy would silent scream
You never had a chance little girl,
to be anyone
So now you’re everyone
My little pretender

You’re sitting in the boardroom chair,
but your feet don’t touch the floor
Always acting,
now the act is you
But you cannot be a mirror
when all you do is reflect

You feel but you do not believe,
grinning a bright smile
that has no heat.
You’re not deep enough for stabbing knives,
but maybe a razor
dragged across your template

I wish you could’ve been someone real
How much I wanted that to be true
But you’ll always just be a reflection,
a collage, a bright smile.
You’ll go far in this world,
my little pretender.

One comment

  • liz
    October 8, 2009 - 1:30 pm | Permalink

    that’s so sad. so true about so many. and so sad.

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