Postcard 27

Among a certain group of friends I am
Known for being glamorous. Which is
Really just another way of saying
I am invisible. They cannot see me
So they slap a label on me and then
They no longer have to try, the word is there and
Serves to cover me like a shroud, except
I don't even leave a ghostly image of
Who I might really be
What I might really look like
Where I might keep my soul.
Hidden underneath the layers I
Gave up even trying to
Reveal myself long ago
I play along and pretend this is real and
Suspect this is what we all are doing. Playacting
A role for others until we tell ourselves we aren't
Until the fake becomes so second
Nature and we no longer question
We no longer doubt