She talks for me.

She gives people

the details of my poetry

that she's never read.

She passes on the link

to send far and wide

to the world.

She brags.

Oh how she brags.

To her

I'm talented,

smart,

beautiful.

I'm not any of those things.

I'm just me.

And because

I act so dumb

she talks for me

to cover up my stupidity

as if she knew.

I'm tired

of being treated

like an eleven year old.

Oh wait…