Purple Moon
Everything we see
Is fake until we touch it
As a result
We truly see with our hands
The eyes can lie
They paint truly ugly paintings
Masquerading
As beauty
Wisdom comes
From the realest fakes
And the biggest liars
Claim to be real
An identity is a shirt
Replaced regularly
So who are we really
But a conglomerate of personalities
Those in the worst pain
Spread the best joy
Because we know what it's like
Trapped in the bottom
I want to be numb
And forget my name
If it's all the same to you
I'll take another shot
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2018
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