R - Multiple Identities

Switching from one to the other
baffling them, I act
like a blinkered mule
reining in my instincts.
Today I'm female,
tomorrow I'll be male.
No one knows or if they do,
they keep it to themselves
and laugh at the expense
of the gullible.

Today, I'll be foreign,
French or shall I be Dutch?.
In the pretence, not knowing
quite the order of sentence
or the correct word.
This way I can sting you along
whilst pleading my own naivete

Tomorrow maybe
I'll take on the disguise of being,
a second or a third person and I will
talk at length to myself and exclude
anyone who would cares to join in.

From my act of play
I can mildly walk away.
Do I mind the pain I inflict,
well, it's doesn't hurt me.
I'm good, I do these
deeds under the cover
of obscurity
with such ease.

That is until I'm caught out,
then what?. I'll hide in another reality.
Am I real. I constantly wonder?
Then feel smug at my own deception.
This is only a game after all.
A child I'll be today just to
catch the unwary out.

Turning friends into enemies,
taking trust away
or I'll exclude one person
playing on their weaknesses
as their not quite, if you please.
I'm no more guilty than those
who pursue, they play this game
we're all in lieu!

After all I'm the victim here you know!

So who I shall I be today ?

? Lesley Roberts 18 July 2002 220 words