I have been disillusioned by the faces that I’ve met.
It took some time to notice
The fixed gazes, plastered smiles,
And practiced conversation.
I could never understand
Why they felt so alien.
Why, after hours of standing in the mirror, manipulating,
I still could not achieve the fixed gaze, geared towards success.
The plastered smile, free of stress.
The practiced conversation, never questioning.
I could not reflect what I had been lead to believe,
makes one human.
If humanity was foreign,
I was the alien, lost.
Perhaps I was a changeling.
They took the healthy child, those wicked Fae,
And left me in her stead.
But I am no fox among hens.
I have created a mold,
Borrowed eyes that never stray,
Carved a smile that never fades,
And echoed every conversation.
I have been disillusioned by the faces that I’ve met,
And none have been more deceiving
Than my own.