Aren't people odd?
Offering up
False senses of who you are, who they think you are
Like a rancid dinner plate of deceptions served with a too-tight smile
how talented
intelligent
beautiful
how charismatic
witty
unique.
Swallowing those delicious fibs always repeats with sharp bitterness
when vomited up by every passing spectre on the street
is the painful apparentness of just how mind-bendingly average you are.
