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A Different Me

written by: Steve Pearson



People see a different me
To the me I am inside.
They see a smile yet all the while
I seek a place to hide.

I wear my mask like a lion's heart
Or a fool affected sop.
They like to see the show face but
I want it all to stop.

The game decries my inner self,
Debased, I smile again.
My gain is nought but time escaped,
And loathing self-disdain.

I fear not nor facilitate
Whatever a day may be,
Just be as may, but may I be
And end the day as me.



Will the real Steve Pearson, please stand up.

Steve Pearson

Steve Pearson

JUNE 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
That's me at the front of the photo. I'm an atheist, socialist, humanist, poet and soon to be novelist. From here to there and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
Steve Pearson

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