Suddenly he appears
slipping-slithering into the room
nobody knows he is here
playing, make-believing, as if he is real
calm and cunning he creates
tricking all within his reach
even he negates
that sickening feeling much too late.
Maybe you’ve seen him once or twice
acting out in spite of life
the imposter is real, in his mind
hiding out behind-behind
behind this melting facade
called, mine.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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