why would i?

why would i? as if i were my own voodoo doll, i jammed in pins, smiling the while. how could i have done this? i know not to be the real self, forged ahead, witness the muddle made. he hoped i was someone else, not the woman truly i am. too good for me but gambled with my life. the blame is only mine. lulled into belief this was not the same. why would i believe that? this is what i have always been. ©tlp 2010