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Mistaken Identity

        Is it too late to declare that I have made an unfortunate mistake?
           Is it too late to confess my erroneous miscalculation?
  I took you for a father, a friend, a brother, a mentor not knowing that YOU
                                    were only an impostor.
                      Pretending to care when I was in despair,
                      Pretending to celebrate when I was elated,
                      Pretending to mourn when I wore a frown.
                      Pretending, Pretending, always pretending.
  So, answer this crucial question- is it too late to declare that I have made an
                           unfortunate or rather grave mistake?

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  1. Date: 4/20/2012 6:54:00 PM

    Just don't mistake your own identity, or voice, and you will do well. Good poem. My own father never even pretended to care.

  1. Date: 4/1/2012 3:38:00 PM

    Blasted fakers....well written :)

  1. Date: 4/1/2012 3:20:00 PM

    I am really loving the title of this poem. There is so much scope for improvement and expansion where this poem is concerned.