Façade

Yes! I am…

Brilliant, gorgeous, courageous and speak my mind

My mind alters, at times even incorrectly, all that my senses sense

And through which in rivers, information flows to reach the sea called my mind,

Sometimes pure, most times polluted by a history

The sea grows and waves are formed, rippling to areas not interested or party to all that’s around
That is how it is formed.
De-formed.
When all pouting and picture taking ceases,
And all that is left is a reflection of untrue reason,
Seasons gone moulding my beliefs of self, lying to save the poor reflection of I
FAÇADE!
Leaves from autumn, summer days gone but sunlight from then still alive
Winter within winter, and spring that sprang but one’s still springing in
All together to convince others that I am…
Brilliant, gorgeous, courageous and speak my mind
Yet continue running with the façade that all is true but not