The better the actor
The less you know the real person

You say "this isn't you"
Like you know me
Like you've been around the past few years

You say
"So sweet , so perfect , she'd never do anything wrong"
Like you know what's going on

But you don't know me
You weren't there as I painted hospital lemons
Or as I discovered
Your pushing me away as I draw neon fish

You know the persona you created of me in your head while you weren't there
And your having a hard time realizing that I'm not fitting perfectly into the cracks and crevices of the golden mold inside your skull