muted words 
exagerated gestures
overlooked emotions
she pouts
he never smiles
her in black
he in color
faded out
he says to her
we are not who we seem
i am no punk
and you no goth
she grimaces
feels the grating
sting of truth she knows all too well
she looks over
smirks, and asks
how so?
you can't deny
the way it is
that you andme
decieve and lie
fooling all who we see,
he replies.
she giggles and twirls he hair
tis true this,
although, is anyone
who they say
they are?

Kyelle XoX