liar's masquerade

Everyone has a signature.
A different print.
A different voice.
But sometimes, I want another one.

I read the words of those wiser than me.

So deep, layered,
words containing unknown magic.

The kind of words you need to strip away
to find meaning.
Like pulling a rabbit from a hat.

My voice is not like that.

My words are honest, stripped away.
The magical there is what you see.
I cannot disguise anything.

I want to hide sometimes.