The Dating Game

The beauty of comfort
Of humble confidence
And calmness within ones skin

It's an unknown oasis
A buried treasure
A myth in the beginning
(The real me)

As butterflies reign within
As nerves and expectations
Create images and fantasies
Compiling a persona
Believed to be desired,

What a tragedy
The absence of purity
What a charade
Fueled by society driven self-doubt

They can't love the real me
I barely understand myself
To ask that of others
Is just a game of chance
The charade equipped with a phantom dance

I'll be guarded
By shallow infatuation
Perhaps they'll stick around
I'll play my role
Till I'm tired

(And buried lonesome in the ground)

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