Fraud

If they found out

they’d move me away from my friends, slide me up with those kids

who sit smug at the front

the ones with rich parents and

monthly new trainers

whose lives feel like films

where they get what they want

My break times would shatter into

shards of me lonely

cast off across bridges

I sent up in flames

the bonds that I’ve built

through shared

ghost dads and blankets

would snap as they all spat out

knives at my name

So I hide it.

Always.

Behind half hearted nods

manufactured confusion

keep a grip on my hands

I let answers grow moss in the base of my skull

as I breathe in

the taste of

the fraud

that I am.