two approaches

Who I really am won't work
with all these people, they want
something else, I don't know

I can find. But I withdraw
a bit, detach and use my mind.
I'll find a fit - and pleasing,
too. It won't be hard.

So if it takes me all
my life, I'll rise a bit
and lower guard.

I'll find out who I need
to be, and where it fits
with what they see.

And one day, I
will be the same. Until then
it's an okay game.

_____

Who these people think I am
is such an easy spin and shill.
I can't believe each one of them's
a fundamental imbecile.

They must just be so desperate
for trust, that they'll trust
anyone. A sacrificial offering.

I almost wish it wasn't
so much fun.