Fakes Out

Say what you mean
Mean what you say
Truth can be seen
In you anyway
There is no mask
Where you can hide
So all I can ask
Be what you are inside
Never be a cheap fake
It's an insult for me
Falsehood I can't take
For I hate hypocrisy
So my words are direct
There is no pretense
We may not be perfect
But at least we make sense.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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