when words are our own but not of the self

some think i mischievously hide myself
within the words i tuck in my poetry,
they use my musings to paint myself
inaccurately, my fiction holds hands
with a number of different realities
i simply paint pictures, tear them
out of the book in my brain and hang
them up to dry, i can’t be responsible
for the me you paint with your
own eyes

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written by Tiny Fawns daily prompt: hidden

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