Am I a fake person?
My personality changes day to day.
I'm different when I'm online,
but my voice stays the same.
I don't feel any different,
but I might tell you more,
than if I would with you next to me,
talking face to face.
Maybe I don't like the sound of my own voice,
maybe I like the comfort of anonymity.
To know that the person on the other side,
doesn't know who I am,
truly, on the outside.
But then again it scares me,
they do not know me.
I do not know them.
Does that devalue our friendship,
If they do not know my face?
It's a strange sense of insecurity,
but it's a false sense of safety.
Is the person I portray,
whenever I turn on my phone,
the same person I see in my reflection?
A true persona,
a real copy?
Am I your friend,
or is the person typing on the other side,
a line of code on a screen.
Maybe we're all incomplete,
giving away ourselves,
in every second we're online.
Every person I talk to,
holds pieces of me,
as I express myself in WASD and !!??,
I give you a piece of my identity.
Every stranger knows me,
more than I know myself.
They know in the way I write,
in the way I consume media,
and in the way I relax into obscurity.
Am I a fake person?
Sometimes even I can't tell.
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Coherence
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that is both ever updating and ever changing. This collection of poetry isn't exactly traditional or ever a solid complete piece of prose, I am ever adding and changing and morphing them into something I feel is better or...
