in this irony
that I'm dressing up in silver
and gold glints
each night
and feeling like
the biggest fraud
feeling weak
feeling dull in my eyes
soft of voice
barely able to cope with the day itself
shedding tears before breakfast
like I'm a child back at Uni
crying my way
through my un-favorite thing
failing only because
I think that I'm failing
my body always betrays me
it won't let me lie
I can put on a face
but my body will yell the truth
until everyone is listening
and me -
reveling in my humiliation.
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