Fake

A few years back I used to listen to a funky tune which sang about “fake” persons. The lyrics really hit a nerve center in my brain. It went like…

You’re a fake, baby, you can’t conceal it
Know how I know, cause I can feel it
You’re a fake, baby, no rhyme or reason
Cause in your mind, it’s lying season

I suppose deep within I’ve always been irritated with falsehoods, especially in myself. My insecurities can sometimes feel like they are trying to devour me whole. In times past it was easy to hide in protective behaviors, making myself into the chameleon just to pass for normal, whatever that meant?

Nowadays I can still feel those insecurities try to take a hold of me, but it just doesn’t seem worth living a lie of any kind. I have to choose to be myself and take a chance I may not fit in with everyone. It’s not always easy but at least it’s honest, no more brilliant disguise.