The Worst Kind Of Fake

There’s a voice

In my head, and it whispers.

It’s breath tickling my ears.

I sit and stare blankly

Smile innocently

Laugh like I mean it

And constantly, she whispers.

I judge your character

Shift to fit it. Make myself

Insignificant in your eyes.

Make you believe

Our views are the same

(You’re the superior one.)

And all the time,

Her breath is hot

At my throat,

As she laughs

At me, but mostly at you.

 

I’m the worst kind of fake.

The kind that

No one suspects.