All that jazz

By samhennig

Sun, 20 Feb 2011
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I don’t think you believe me.
I don’t think you should.
Sometimes it just isn’t me,
It’s trying to be someone else,
But that is a part of who I am,
I am a pretender,
I do not know yet which of me
I want to be,
So you may have to wait,
Before you hear something that you really believe,
By then I will have chosen myself,
By then I will have become one of the lies,
The way we all do,
And then it will be fucking raw and true and all that jazz.

Certificate 15
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by ashb on
quite like the humour in the last line - contrasts with earlier section, but also brings you back to the title. -- ashb

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