It is the not knowing
That propels the mind
To run rampeed
Like a runaway train
With a vivid imagination
After things that once made sense
Does not make sense anymore
It forces you to question
Everything told to you
By a person that
You thought you knew
But you did not know
After finding out
Everything they told
Was part of a vivid delusion
That they made up
To keep you from seeing
The real reality
The truth about them
That they are pretenders
Pretending to be
Some they are not
Someone confident
Someone strong
Someone that got
Their life together
Being conners
Manipulating strangers
To lower their guard
To invite them in
So they can pretend
A little longer
To be someone they are not


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