Pretend not to notice.

Pretend you don’t see.

Protect at all cost

your illusions of me.

 

Don’t read what I write

on the lines of my page,

you’ll only find flaws

that you’ve long wished away.

 

Just keep smiling at me,

I’ll keep smiling at you.

You be who you are

and I’ll do what I do.

 

I’ll try not to let

all the things in my mind

stray far from my pages,

or too out of line.

 

But I can’t promise much

for my pen won’t allow

the truth to be hidden,

so I don’t know how

 

I can be who I am,

yet the one who you see.

So protect at all cost

your illusions of me.

 

And don’t read what I write,

it’s far easier then

to see me through my smile…

instead of my pen.