Monday, October 31, 2022

Imposter

confusion holds sway most days
i try deploying language in a neutral way
but every time i speak it feels like a lie at best
manipulation at its worst

it’s a trap of course
so i spring it

i exile myself safer alone
by burdensome guilt my children 
call me back into the open

suffering public scrutiny 
in poor
communication

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