Lewis Raynes Poet Rhyme

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Who are you? 

Fake Me Is Better Than Real Me

It’s odd how we all have a persona,
An image we’d like others to see.
My emotional clothing, my charm and charisma, 
It’s nice but it’s not really me.

The real me, my hinterland, the me of me, the “who” that I am,
Isn’t defined by any professions.
I’m not defined by my job, nor my house, nor my clothes.
I’m not defined by any possessions.

Possessions show that I’m cool, calm, I’m collected.
Always seeking a classy sort of style,
But on the inside the thoughts in my head go crazy, 
Like an untamed deranged juvenile.

Always overthinking random stuff of conversations I’ve had. 
Had years ago with my peers.
Thinking the best, then contemplating the worst, 
Battering myself with debilitating fears. 

I hide these fears behind fake actions, fake clothes, 
Fake talk and a fake phrase.
Convinced that a fake me is better than me, 
For now and the rest of always.


Entered into "Who ARE you?" contest by Catie Lindsey 4/30/2016 , ranked First place

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart June 22, 2018 at 3:43 PM Sounds ultimately human. Sweet read. xomo

J Hamilton Gist January 9, 2018 at 4:33 PM That's a new oversight! Nice! Lewis Raynes January 9, 2018 at 5:41 PM Thanks J.

Payal Saxena January 8, 2018 at 7:47 AM I am touched. You are a beautiful poet. I am speecheless. Lewis Raynes January 8, 2018 at 6:04 PM Wow Payal, that's the nicest comment, thanku

Suzanna Sladojevic December 29, 2017 at 7:38 AM The imagery is great. Lewis Raynes January 8, 2018 at 6:03 PM Thanku Suzanna

James Horn December 28, 2017 at 4:05 PM My Poems Not Fade Away Am blinded by bright light God made, In His son, so I will sit in the shade; And pray, Without delay; My poems away won't let them fade. Jim Horn God had me write this in response.

Sherry Beck December 27, 2017 at 6:39 PM Good Write; an invisible life could be very lonely. So true for the massives.

Lunita Blanca December 27, 2017 at 11:45 AM We are both good and bad. It is up to us not to feed the bad. Excellent write Lewis

Phatt Matt December 26, 2017 at 1:52 AM Lewis thank you so much for your poem. It is true. The fake me is to smile while ,I'm in pain. I am so pleased at last there is good write like yours to relate. Happy holidays~phatt

Robert Johnson December 25, 2017 at 2:29 PM I think it's only natural that we have private and public persona's to some extent. I think that our so called fake selves are as much a part of our real selves as is our so called real selves. In other words, we are what we are at all times. Thanks for the honest look. Merry Christmas.

Bl Devnath December 25, 2017 at 11:46 AM Beautifully said about fake. Fake is real but changes with the time. But God is real of real has no change who is all time real and uptodate. We are bound to accept the fake as real because without that we can not survive. Nice poem. Wish you Happy Christmas my dear friend. Loved always, bl

Kelly Hitchcock December 25, 2017 at 7:48 AM Who am I? I am the one behind the noise. When I calm my mind, that is who I am.

Kelly Hitchcock December 25, 2017 at 7:45 AM The facade of virtue. Good stuff!

Rainbow Promise December 25, 2017 at 6:17 AM A very good description of what fake in anyone’s overall life is. You moved smoothly from verse to verse relating e experiences we share at times. But, it was not until the last few lines in the last stanza that I grasped why one could assume that “fake was better.” Congrats on your win and a 7. Best wishes, Rainbow.

Sara Kendrick December 25, 2017 at 5:33 AM What you are conveying in your words speaks of some truth..However, what we wear, how we surround ourselves speaks also of who we are or maybe want to be..There are some tests on most anything like on what colors you would choose that tells a person who they are..Interesting thoughts penned..Sara

Reginald Telemacque December 25, 2017 at 4:30 AM Great piece. Most of us portray a fake us to keep up with society on a day to day basis.. Until in the end it consumes us and we become that of which we pretend to be.

Tyokosu Aondohemba December 25, 2017 at 3:06 AM You have known me and clothe me bare to the public, arrest him for me.

Anonim Anonim December 24, 2017 at 9:51 PM Hi forgive me I won't comment on whole poem just last few words.you said you over thinking conversations ,I I think many people do that. I use to do it over and over same convo only cause I think I was yes I was afraid that I said something wrong .maybe because we were criticised to much as a kids well I was. I talked with my doc about it he said its maniac depression. Nowadays I might think once again like a recap of things .suppose with age we can be cured of certain things.

Anisha Dutta December 24, 2017 at 9:39 PM How to know the real 'You' ? May I have a clue ?

Merlie Aguila December 24, 2017 at 6:54 PM I feel like we all wear a mask to hide our deepest flaws, rough edges and all those ugly stuff that we possessed. But I think, the most beautiful thing that we can do is just be us and let the world witness our true identity. You have a very good work! I'm so impressed :) Good luck to your journey and God bless! :)

Wendy Nipas December 24, 2017 at 6:25 PM A mind in overdrive. Can be exhausting for sure. But then again, it can inspire as well. Nice poem. Turn this 'curse' into a blessing. Good luck.

Jan Allison December 24, 2017 at 6:07 PM I can relate Lewis I think many of us wear a mask to some degree or other. So glad to see you now have a lifetime PM:-) my best wishes for the festive period:-) hugs jan xx

Brian Johnston March 10, 2017 at 11:54 AM Didn't realize that you had won a contest here on PS with your poem. But I am definitely going to try to write an Echo poem about it called "I am who I aspire to be not who you see." Maybe if you like it we could publish them together? Under a new title maybe like "I hate it that I love you!" Ha! Jan Allison December 24, 2017 at 6:08 PM I had a venus fly trap for many months then hubby 'fed' it corned beef as there were no flies around and it died lol:-( hugs jan xx Brian Johnston March 10, 2017 at 12:05 PM PS: My favorite flower is the Venus Fly Trap! Stop being so humble! Ha

Indiana Shaw August 7, 2016 at 10:20 AM Brill write "Lewis" - We are all "Fakes" - other wise we would all be "Knaked" . . . ; )

Tanis Troutman July 21, 2016 at 9:00 AM I love this!its so honest and so relatable

Robert Lindley April 25, 2016 at 7:59 PM Man lives a better life when he sheds all masks. The truth underneath just needs to be brought into the light and dance softly. Your poem highlights how the world wants people to live.. Blessed are those that cast the masks away. Gem of a poem..A7

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