I live in constant fear that some day soon, You will discover the fraudulence of my existence

That I am neither that smart, nor that funny

And you will see that I am as shallow

As the girls I judge. 

That I can’t pull off whimsical

Every time a pimple appears

Or I can’t hide my giggles

When a fart accidentally escapes

And your infatuation with the perfect image you have of me will fade

And then I wouldn’t be able to hold.

Your temporary fascination over me.