Three Identical Strangers

The truth is darker than the daytime
Talk show fairytale: 
            We all smoke Marlboros,
            Like older women,
            Cross our legs at the ankles
            And didn't like
The men with cameras prodding us to perform.

Nothing but hubris can explain
The blind optimism of thinking
The right conditions would have
Shown us the answer to
How we become who we are.