Online Poem by Little Opal

Online I can be
Whoever I want,

A wealthy widow with
Property on the beachfront.

Online I can look like
Whatever I want you to see,

A sexy supermodel,
Posted a pic right
Out of a magazine.

Online I can be an
Expert of any kind,

Astronaut, professor, or
A psychologist to mess
With your mind.

Online I never have to get old,
No way, no how,

I been 23 for about six years now.

Online I can go too far
With my fantasies,

Forgot about the real me.

Online I can get lost in
My aliases, disguises, and
Just plain folklore,

Don't even know who I
Really am anymore.

Online I have loads of fun,
I can't deny,

Keep asking myself
'Who AM I? '

Online my friends think that
I am real hot,

Can't ask them who I really am,
They only know who I am not.

Online.