Transparency At Its Finest

I am a glass menagerie

All of the time

And mostly I reap the fruits

Of falsehood

Like a manipulated assembly line

Of mutilated expressions

Screaming self denial

 

But most times

I forget that I'm not opaque

A lot of people forget that I'm not opaque

And sometimes

I remember, I am transparent

I don't want to be transparent

And it scares the living hell out of me