As laundry churns within the cycle
my fingers unravel denial.
The Internet, great forum of facts,
keeps no track of what it attracts.
Great minds behind screens show
bold statements of how much they know.
I.D. is not checked on the world wide web
so the sites are abused by the stalking dead.
This false life online was more than I could bear;
A few crude jokes here and it was easy there.
Larger than life in the virtual realm
had my confidence running to the real helm.
But crushed by hammers I was in the end
Flattened to a sheet by the words of a friend.
Tempered by loss and shame and guilt
Patience like rock now turned to silt.
So though I donned a forged identity
it lead quite soon to a forged personality
through fire, pressure, and time.