effigy

what i show you, is not real.
it is not who i am.
but i am who?

my words get twisted.
they turn and burn
and become super imposed.

you've never met anyone,
capable of imploding
upon themself, like me.

every utterance shocks me,
leaves a bad taste in my soul.
yet i cannot stand still.

the puppet strings have been pulled.
your attention is my ventriloquist,
all at once my will leaves.

how is it that all the things,
i thought i needed to say,
is everything that persuaded you to stray?

my paper mache heart is unfolding.
every answer is found internally,
but i'm soul searching for eternity.