My Santiago

The Fake 27/03/3018

He felt that somehow, Somehow, he never quite Measured up; Never quite made the grade, Somehow was indeed, a fake. One that was “too soft,””, Or “too immersed in the arts”, “Not rational enough”, And never quite “getting it”; Whatever it was!

And yet, What was that about?

He felt wanting And yet, At the same time, Time and time again, He felt supreme confidence, Simultaneously.

Catching glimpses Of himself

As he went about “Being the adult” He would have the slightest twinge of guilt, As his alter ego Nudged him And said, “You fake”