people all around--
I smile and nod
uncertain comment here,
self-deprecating chuckle

too bad I'm not me,
a shame I can't divulge
exactly what I feel--
I don't even know

these are my friends--
and yet not mine
with them they see me--
and yet not me

I'm just an actress,
portraying myself;
and this life that I lead--
whose is it?

some is made up
some is real
but where do I stop
and where do I begin?

no one can tell,
least of all me,
but I don't know that I care
or that it matters