Lacking

I was a beautiful poem, with flowery words. 
A perfect flow. Astute grammar. 
I was right in every other regard. 
Against an objective board, I would get a high mark. 

What was there to lack? 
My words were a lie to disguise the fact, 
to convince people I was human. 
That I could relate; that I could connect. 
Their eyes were fooled, but their hearts weren’t. 
They lacked the words, had nothing bad to say. 
But they felt it, pushing away, 
gone without a word. 

I lacked a soul.

Reviews

[silverwritinggoddess]

I thought this was really clever! A beautiful poem on the outside, soulless on the inside. Beautiful words can hide the true thing beneath.

[andrew mitchell]

I enjoyed this the facade, the masquerade, the mask, the shallowness that one can display and yes lacks soul!