The fraud

I’m not part of your group.
Who are you, anyway?...
The well educated, the illuminated?
I swear and curse.
And I’m not sure about a single thing.
But you still think I’m with you.
Is it the way I look?
Or the way I talk?
Funny enough, your neighbour thinks I’m with him.
The respectful, responsible, reasonable ones.
If he only knew some of the things I’ve done...
The subtle way I run from what may tie me down...
If he could only read some of my thoughts...
And he still thinks I’m with him...
Is it the way I look?
Or the way I talk?
I’ve always fooled you all, with a smile.

"M"