Rumor has it

It is rather
overwhelming
how large the size
of your
Presence
can be.

Rumor has it
you wear
Lifts
to compensate
for slight
Frame
of mind,
a Fragile
heart
and
Faint
disposition.

Your air
of confidence
wafts like
Cologne
in search
of Compliments.
Your smile
Forced
an inch too wide,
bearing teeth
no doubt
whitened
for greater
Effect.

You once
Laughed,
abandoning
your
Shell, spilling
human-like
Remains,
Beautiful
to touch
yet too
Repulsive
for your
Tastes.

Many stumble
on these
Fragments,
collect them,
press them
gently into
acid-free
Pages
to preserve
what you refuse--
your
Essence.