I can't seem to resist <br />the need to push away, <br />and always desist <br />when my heart goes astray. <br /> <br />I'm hurtful and mean <br />and sometimes cold, <br />even when I am keen, <br />I fit into this mould. <br /> <br />I pretend I don't care <br />even if I do. <br />My heart I won't bare, <br />so I keep it untrue. <br /> <br />It's sad and it's lonely <br />but that's how I hide. <br />I suppose I am phony <br />when my two worlds collide. <br /> <br />It's hard being me <br />holding onto the fear. <br />I want to be free <br />and always sincere. <br /> <br />I'm losing too much <br />being this way. <br />I'm so out of touch <br />and you never will stay. <br /> <br />(London,2003)<br /><br />Melanie Walendowsky Baker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-phony/
