Where did you find
this glowing opinion of me?

Sparkling compliments, and none of them lined
with the usual biting sarcasm. All you seem to see
is a non-existant angel - and I'm terrified
that I'll get found out.

I'm not worth the pedestal
you've built for me. When it tumbles and falls,
you'll see - the truth is terrible.
The truth is hopeless and heartless and small.

The truth is only me.

So throw away the glowing opinion -
it's just a lie.
This defence is a pretence;
there's nothing inside.