You are such a faker, you know that,
All the..."oh! I don't get involved in all this",is such a give away!
But...why are you like this?
Lemme look at your history.

Your mom wanted you to be a rose but you could not,
so came the mount of gook.
You always wanted to prove that you can be soft,
So,you batted your lashes all the time.

There was this guy whom you adored,
but he liked your petite, glam friend.
oh!The rage you felt! so, you started donning that wretched halter.
He would glance at you once, but that was it.

Your English teacher.How can you forget?
How you drank the whole dictionary to impress her with your "incomprehensible" words?
You slept at 4 A.M. every time before her class.
Damn! Those dark circles!

Sometimes when your maternal aunt commented on your pathetic manners with elders,
you tried your level best not to spread your legs apart and sit,
And say "please" and "oh, that's not a problem" a thousand times.

How many times you forced yourself to have that awful drink...
You don't even know its name!
All in the name to show that you are something different.
You can never forget the way you cried...when you puked.

You always hated the way your hair looked,
straightening, conditioning and the works...
It looked nothing less than a nest.
But do you still hate it?

You love celebrating your birthday.
You want that guy to fawn over you.
You hate those black pumps.
How you yearn to say that you still love Aqua.

You are such a big faker.
I can see it so well now. But you know what?
It doesn't make a difference, 'cause you simply can't see who you are anymore...
I've lost you ... my friend.

-MARINA PAULOSE