Secure

Like prescription glasses

that see the world for what it is

I see through

what some are blind to

*

The obscured image

before my eyes

sharpens to high definition

*

I see through

the facades

that fool

*

He urges me

to believe

he's just as real

as I am

*

I smile

at the lie

*

We talk for a while

Conversation wandering

with a third

*

I say to them

"Most of the men

I dated were insecure."

*

The 'real' charmer's

eyes spatter

realizing he fits

that category

"Is that a turn off?"

*

A resounding yes

reverberated in the room

*

He insecurely asks

"How does one present

themself as secure?"

*

Less any hesitation

I affirm

"You don't."

*

The room went silent

His eyes fluttered at me

while the other

patiently listened

*

I broke the silence

"You can't present

yourself as secure."

"You just are."

*

"Are what?"

*

The third voice

chimes in

with sass that

shatters glass

"SECURE."

*

While many are fooled

at believing someone is secure

from what they show the world

*

You can't fool

the secure person

who once carried

the same wound