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.
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