To Thine Own Self be...Something

I learned falseness from my mother.
She was so adept at it she ultimately
Lost herself. I try not to go quite so far.
I'll pull your leg and flatter you. I'll
Talk about the weather, any other
Thing of no concern, but I will not
Reveal myself to you or anybody else.
I also will not lose my grip on who
I am convinced I am. I'd rather not
Be like my mother, who'd become
An empty vessel, in her own eyes
And in others', well before she died.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-29 at 02:55

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