Hypocrite

I am the breathless smile in front of
your silent scream,
the sparkle you wear in front of your terrified eyes
I am the funny part of hitting your elbow
the dangerous part of
crossing the street
I am only the red you see when you think pain
or when you think love
I am the kiss from someone
who is not your mother
the hug from someone who is not
your friend
I am the sunshine that covers
your goose bumps
the noise that is always filling
your head
I am the part of you that wants to hide,
I go no deeper than that
I am the man on the side of the street
with a toothless grin
I am the absolute perfection
of your flawed illusion
I am a lie, a trick, a hypocrite