My avatar

I can create my avatar
on the irreal internet
to be what I am not
to give it all I have got
of fantastic abilities
and virtual aspirations -
but it comes with a price
a reality not quite right.

I am a beauty of reknown
selling my creation of whatever
because good looks command
that it holds intelligence and truth
whereas ugliness and old age
incredibility portray.

My fraudulent alter ego blooms
in chimerical cyberspace
I am young, vivacious, and brilliant,
forget about the sad veracity -
the middle-aged troubled face.
Once I leave the keyboard
actuality sets in - mirror on the wall
wrinkled - hurting - angry.

My new avatar shall be
a matriarch - an elderly elegant female
full of life and joy and wisdom;
in other words - just me!!