Just An Image
You've placed me on a pedestal
from which I can but fall
you've conjured up an image
that isn't me at all
I hate to burst your bubble
with this fiction you've created
but the picture burns a little bright
it's a little over stated
I know you think you know me
but I'm no longer sure
am I only in your head
and is there any cure?
But I'm worried what will happen
when reality starts to bite
will I lose your friendship
when the truth flicks on the light?
Will you still be fond of me
when my halo starts to slide
when all at once you realize
your image of Me's lied?
Copyright © Emma Mantle | Year Posted 2011
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