a poem by Scott Reese

Proving false to every wild promise made
Freed from searing scrutiny, I seek the grace of shade.
By owning my duplicity, I wed myself to me.
In admitting utter bankruptcy, I am finally free.
In secrecy, to protect my pride,
I hide myself among all those things I hide.
Seeking perfection, I leave behind me.
Perhaps I should seek who I am, not who I am trying to be.

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