A traveling salesman

With a valise of lies.

A warm smile in tow,

And regrettably trusting eyes.

Both arms outstretched,

One face hiding two,

Concealing the treacherous

From the true.

His world is a fantastical stage,

Everyone plays their part.

But if you look where the light once shown

You’ll find a hapless, bludgeoned heart.

A master of his craft,

Dysphoria disguised as pride.

Don’t buy what he’s selling.

It’s broken inside.