this is what <br />they want to see of you <br /> <br />a handsome face, strong arms, clean fingernails, <br />broad shoulders, <br />determined eyes that look always forward <br />scented ears <br />the best feet and <br />good standing, <br /> <br />to please them <br />you give those parts to all to them <br />and what you will get <br />in return is the <br />applause, <br /> <br />everybody is happy, <br />except you, <br /> it was not you, <br />it will never be you, <br />you are in truth not the one that you really are <br />you only comply what what they want to see <br />and surely they will get them <br />they will get <br />what they see <br /> <br />you go inside your room <br />slowly disassemble yourself <br />all those beautiful parts <br /> <br />a handsome face, strong arms, clean fingernails, <br />broad shoulders, <br />determined eyes that look always forward <br />scented ears <br />the best feet and <br />good standing, <br /> <br />you lie in your bed without looking at the mirror <br />it takes only the rattling of your bones <br />to tell you who you really are <br />then you close your weary eyes <br />and sleep <br /> <br />the dream will join you in these truths<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pretenses/
